Yesaya 15
1 Esiae nye nyagblɔɖi ɖe Moab ŋu: woatsrɔ̃ Ar le Moab, woagbãe le zã! Woatsrɔ̃ Kir le Moab, woagbã wo le zã!
The prophecy concerning Moab. Yea! in the night of assault was Ar of Moab a ruin! In the night of assault was Kir of Moab a ruin!
2 Wò ame siwo le Dibon la lũ ta kolikoli, eye wolũ woƒe ge hã hele konyi fam vevie, eye woyi ɖe woƒe mawu Nebo kple Medeba ƒe gbedoxɔwo me ne woafa na wo.
They go up to the temple, and to Dibon, to weep upon the high places; Upon Nebo and upon Medeba doth Moab howl; On every head is baldness, And every beard is shorn.
3 Wo katã wota akpanya hele zɔzɔm le mɔtatawo dzi; wo katã wole ɣli dom le xɔwo tame kple ablɔwo me eye wotsɔ mo tsyɔ anyi hele avi fam.
In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth; On the tops of their houses and in their public walks every one howleth, And melteth away with weeping.
4 Ame siwo le Hesbon kple Eleale le avi fam sesĩe ale gbegbe be, woƒe ɣlidodo ɖo keke Yahaz. Esia na be Moab ƒe aʋawɔlawo wo avi gboo, eye dzi ɖe le wo ƒo.
Heshbon and Elealah utter a cry; Even to Jahaz is their voice heard; Therefore the warriors of Moab shriek aloud; Their hearts tremble within them.
5 Nye dzi le nu xam le Moab ŋu. Eƒe aʋasilawo si yi keke Zoar, eye wode Eglat Selisia ke. Woyi Luhit to dzi kple avifafa, eye le Horonaim mɔ dzi la, wonɔ konyi fam tso woƒe gbegblẽ ŋuti.
My heart crieth out for Moab, Whose fugitives wander to Zoar, to Eglath-shelishijah; For they ascend the heights of Luhith weeping, And in the way of Horonaim they raise the cry of destruction.
6 Nimrim tɔsisi la hã amie, ahaƒu kplakplakpla, eye gbewo katã ayrɔ; nu miemiewo katã aku, eye gbe mumu aɖeke maganɔ anyi o.
For the waters of Nimrim are desolate; The grass is withered; the tender plant faileth; There is no green thing left.
7 Ale woƒe kesinɔnu siwo wokpɔ heli kɔe ɖi la, woatsɔe atso Amutitɔʋu lae.
Wherefore the remnant of their substance and their wealth They shall carry to the brook of willows.
8 Woƒe konyifaɣli le ɖiɖim le Moab ƒe liƒowo dzi; woƒe avifafa ɖo keke Eglaim, eye woƒe konyifafa ɖo Beer Elim.
For the cry encompasseth the borders of Moab; Even to Eglaim reacheth her wailing, To Beer-Elim her howling.
9 Dimon tɔsisiwo yɔ fũu kple ʋu, gake mahe nu vɔ̃ɖi wu esia ava Dimon dzi. Dzata aɖo Moab ƒe aʋasilawo kple ame siwo susɔ ɖe anyigba dzi la dome.
For the waters of Dimon are full of blood; For I bring new evils upon Dimon; Upon him that escapeth of Moab will I send a lion, Even upon him that remaineth in the land.
