Isaiah 15
1 The burden of Moab. Because in a night destroyed was Ar of Moab — It hath been cut off, Because in a night destroyed was Kir of Moab — It hath been cut off.
Amụma megide Moab: Ar dị na Moab a laala nʼiyi, a lara ya nʼiyi naanị nʼotu abalị. Kia dị na Moab a laala nʼiyi, a lara ya nʼiyi naanị nʼotu abalị.
2 He hath gone up to Bajith and Dibon, The high places — to weep, On Nebo and on Medeba Moab howleth, On all its heads [is] baldness, every beard cut off.
Ndị niile bi na Dibọn na-aga nʼihu ụlọ mmụọ ha ịkwa akwa. Ndị Moab na-akwa akwa nʼihi Nebo na Medeba. Isi ha niile bụ isi nkwọcha, afụọnụ ha niile ka akpụchakwara.
3 In its out-places they girded on sackcloth, On its pinnacles, and in its broad places, Every one howleth — going down with weeping.
Ha na-eyi akwa mkpe na-agagharị nʼezi, mkpu akwa na-ada nʼelu ụlọ, na nʼama. Ha niile ji iti mkpu na ịkwa akwa na-ada nʼala.
4 And cry doth Heshbon and Elealeh, Unto Jahaz heard hath been their voice, Therefore the armed ones of Moab do shout, His life hath been grievous to him.
Heshbọn na Eleale na-eti mkpu akwa, a na-anụ olu akwa ha ọ bụladị ruo Jehaz. Nʼihi nke a, ndị agha Moab na-eti mkpu akwa, mkpụrụobi ha na-amakwa jijiji.
5 My heart [is] toward Moab, Cry do her fugitives unto Zoar, a heifer of the third [year], For — the ascent of Luhith — With weeping he goeth up in it, For, in the way of Horonaim, A cry of destruction they wake up.
Ọ na-ewute mkpụrụobi m nʼihi Moab, ndị ya na-agba ọsọ ruo ọ bụladị nʼobodo Zoa na Eglat Shelishiya. Ha na-akwa akwa dịka ha na-arịgo Luhit. Mgbe ha na-agbago ụzọ Heronaim, ha na-ebe akwa mwute nʼihi mbibi bịakwasịrị ha.
6 For, the waters of Nimrim are desolations, For, withered hath been the hay, Finished hath been the tender grass, A green thing there hath not been.
Mmiri Nimrim atachaala! Ahịhịa akpọnwụọkwala; ahịhịa ndụ niile agwụkwala o nwekwaghị akwụkwọ ndụ nke fọrọ.
7 Therefore the abundance he made, and their store, Unto the brook of the willows they carry.
Ya mere akụnụba ha kpakọbara ndị ha chekwara ka ha buuru gafee ofe ndagwurugwu warawara nke ọdọ mmiri osisi pọpla niile.
8 For gone round hath the cry the border of Moab, Unto Eglaim [is] its howling, And to Beer-Elim [is] its howling.
Mkpu akwa ha na-ada ụda gburugburu oke ala Moab niile; akwa ha na-ebesi ike na-ada ruo obodo Eglaim; abụ akwa ha na-erukwa Bịa-Elim.
9 For the waters of Dimon have been full of blood, For I set on Dimon additions, For the escaped of Moab a lion, And for the remnant of Adamah!
Iyi Dibọn jupụtara nʼọbara, ma aga m atụkwasịkwa ọ bụladị ọtụtụ ihe ndị ọzọ nʼelu Dibọn! Ọdụm ka a ga-atụkwasịrị ndị Moab gbapụrụ tụkwasịkwara ndị fọdụrụ nʼala ahụ.
