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.
Mu kiro kimu kyokka Ali ekya Mowaabu kirizikirizibwa ne kimalibwawo. Kiiri ekya Mowaabu nakyo ne kizikirizibwa mu kiro!
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.
Abantu b’e Diboni bambuse ku lusozi okukaabira mu ssabo lyabwe. Abantu ba Mowaabu bakaaba bakungubagira ebibuga byabwe ebya Nebo ne Medeba. Buli mutwe gwonna gumwereddwako enviiri na buli kirevu kyonna kimwereddwa.
3 In its out-places they girded on sackcloth, On its pinnacles, and in its broad places, Every one howleth — going down with weeping.
Beesibye ebibukutu mu nguudo; ku nnyumba waggulu era ne mu bibangirize ebinene eby’omu bibuga bakaaba. Buli muntu atema emiranga n’abikaabira amaziga amayitirivu.
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.
Kesuboni ne Ereyale bakaaba mu ddoboozi ery’omwanguka, n’amaloboozi gaabwe gawulikika e Yakazi. Abasajja ba Mowaabu abalina ebyokulwanyisa kyebava bakaaba mu ddoboozi ery’omwanguka, emmeeme ekankanira munda mu Mowaabu.
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.
Omutima gwange gukaabira Mowaabu; abantu be babundabunda, baddukira e Zowaali ne Yegulasuserisiya. Bambuka e Lakisi nga bwe bakaaba; bakaabira mu kkubo ery’e Kolonayimu nga boogera ku kuzikirizibwa kwabwe.
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.
Amazzi g’e Nimulimu gakalidde, omuddo guwotose, omuddo omugonvu, guggwaawo, tewali kintu kimera.
7 Therefore the abundance he made, and their store, Unto the brook of the willows they carry.
Abantu basomoka akagga ak’enzingu nga badduka n’ebintu byabwe bye baafuna ne babitereka.
8 For gone round hath the cry the border of Moab, Unto Eglaim [is] its howling, And to Beer-Elim [is] its howling.
Okukaaba kwetooloodde ensalo za Mowaabu; amaloboozi gatuuse e Yegalayimu, n’ebiwoobe ne bituuka e Beererimu.
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!
Amazzi g’e Diboni gajjudde omusaayi, naye ndyongera okuleeta ebirala ku Diboni; empologoma egwe ku abo abalisigalawo mu Mowaabu, ne ku abo abalisigalawo ku nsi.
