< 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!
A declaration about Moab. Indeed, in one night Ar of Moab is laid waste and destroyed; indeed, in one night Kir of Moab is laid waste and 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.
They have gone up to the temple, the people of Dibon went up to the heights to weep; Moab laments over Nebo and over Medeba. All their heads are shaved bare and all their beards are cut off.
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 they wear sackcloth; on their housetops and in the square everyone wails, 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.
Heshbon and Elealeh call out for help; their sound is heard as far as Jahaz. So the armed men of Moab call out for help; they tremble within themselves.
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.
My heart cries out for Moab; her fugitives flee to Zoar and to Eglath Shelishiyah. They go up the ascent of Luhith weeping; on the road to Horonaim they loudly wail over their destruction.
6 Maaĩ ma kũu Nimurimu nĩmahũĩte, nayo nyeki nĩĩhoohete; namo mahuti mothe maigũ nĩmomĩte, na gũtirĩ kĩndũ kĩĩruru gĩtigaire.
The waters of Nimrim are a desolation; the grass is withered; the vegetation has dried up; there is no more green grass.
7 Nĩ ũndũ ũcio ũtonga ũrĩa magĩte naguo na makeigĩra, maũkuuĩte makaũringia mũrĩmo wa karũũĩ karĩa karĩ mĩtĩ hũgũrũrũ-inĩ ciako.
The abundance they have grown and stored they carry away over the brook of the poplars.
8 Kayũ ka mũkayo wao nĩkaiguĩtwo mĩhaka-inĩ ya Moabi; nakuo kũgirĩka kwao gũgakinya Egilaimu, o namo macakaya mao magakinya o Biri-Elimu.
The cry has gone around the territory of Moab; the wailing as far as Eglaim and Beer Elim.
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; but I will bring even more upon Dimon. A lion will attack those who escape from Moab and also those remaining in the land.

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