Isaia 15
1 Atĩrĩrĩ, ĩno nĩyo ndũmĩrĩri nditũ ĩkoniĩ Moabi: Itũũra rĩa Ari kũu Moabi nĩrĩanange, rĩkaanangwo ũtukũ o ro ũmwe! Itũũra rĩa Kiri kũu Moabi nĩrĩanange, o narĩo rĩanangĩtwo ũtukũ o ro ũmwe!
The oracle on Moab: Because, in a night, was laid waste Ar of Moab—destroyed! Because, in a night, was laid waste Kir of Moab—destroyed,
2 Andũ a Diboni nĩmambatĩte magathiĩ hekarũ-inĩ yao, mambatĩte kũrĩa gũtũũgĩru makarĩrĩre kuo; andũ a Moabi maraagirĩka nĩ ũndũ wa Nebo na Medeba. Mĩtwe yao yothe nĩyenjetwo, na nderu ciao ciothe ikenjwo.
He hath gone up to Bayith and Dibon, to the high places, to weep, —On Nebo and on Medeba, Moab is howling, On all their heads, a baldness, Every beard, clipped.
3 Marĩ njĩra-inĩ marathiĩ mehumbĩte nguo cia makũnia; othe no kũgirĩka maragirĩka marĩ nyũmba igũrũ na ihaaro-inĩ, makagũa thĩ, magakoma na nda makĩrĩraga.
In their streets, have they girded them with sackcloth, —On their housetops, and in their broadways, every one is howling—melting in tears;
4 Heshiboni na Eleale nĩkũrĩra maraarĩra maanĩrĩire, mĩgambo yao ĩraiguuo o nginya Jahazu. Nĩ ũndũ ũcio andũ a mbaara a Moabi nĩmararĩra maanĩrĩire, nacio ngoro ciao ikaringĩka.
And Heshbon, hath made outcry, and Elealeh, Unto Jahaz, hath been heard their voice, —For this cause, do the armed men of Moab roar, Every man’s soul, quivereth to him.
5 Ngoro yakwa nĩĩrarĩrĩra Moabi, andũ arĩa maingatĩtwo kuo morĩire Zoari, magathiĩ nginya Egilathu-Shelishiya. Mambatĩte na njĩra ya gũthiĩ Luhithu, magathiĩ makĩrĩraga; o na ningĩ njĩra-inĩ ya gũthiĩ Horonaimu, maracakaya nĩ ũndũ wa mwanangĩko ũrĩa ũmakorete.
Mine own heart, for Moab continueth to make outcry, Her fugitive, as far as Zoar, is like a heifer of three years; For the accent of Luhith, with weeping, they ascend, For by the way of Horonaim—an outcry of destruction, they excite;
6 Maaĩ ma kũu Nimurimu nĩmahũĩte, nayo nyeki nĩĩhoohete; namo mahuti mothe maigũ nĩmomĩte, na gũtirĩ kĩndũ kĩĩruru gĩtigaire.
For, the waters of Nimrim, shall become desolation, —For grass, hath dried up, Herbage hath failed, Green thing, hath not sprung up!
7 Nĩ ũndũ ũcio ũtonga ũrĩa magĩte naguo na makeigĩra, maũkuuĩte makaũringia mũrĩmo wa karũũĩ karĩa karĩ mĩtĩ hũgũrũrũ-inĩ ciako.
For this cause, the savings they had made and that which they had stored, Over the torrent-bed of the willows, shall they bear them.
8 Kayũ ka mũkayo wao nĩkaiguĩtwo mĩhaka-inĩ ya Moabi; nakuo kũgirĩka kwao gũgakinya Egilaimu, o namo macakaya mao magakinya o Biri-Elimu.
For the outcry hath gone round the boundary of Moab, —As far as Eglaim, the howling thereof, And to Beer-elim, the howling thereof.
9 Maaĩ ma Dimoni maiyũrĩtwo nĩ thakame, no nĩngũrehe maũndũ mangĩ mooru makĩria kũu Dimoni, mahaana ta mũrũũthi ũgũtharĩkĩra andũ arĩa morĩte kuuma Moabi, o na ũtharĩkĩre arĩa matigaire kũu bũrũri-inĩ.
For the waters of Dimon, are full of blood, For I will lay upon Dimon new troubles, —To the escaped of Moab, the lions, Even to the survivors on the soil.
