Isaia 16
1 Twarĩrai ũrĩa wathanaga bũrũri tũtũrũme twa kũrĩha igooti, kuuma itũũra rĩa Sela, gũtuĩkanĩria werũ-inĩ, nginya kĩrĩma-inĩ kĩa Mwarĩ wa Zayuni.
Send lambs as tribute to the ruler of the land, from Sela through the desert, to the mountain of the daughter of Zion.
2 O ta ũrĩa nyoni ciũrũũraga ciatharĩrio gĩtara gĩacio, ũguo no taguo andũ-a-nja a Moabi magaikara marĩ mariũko-inĩ ma Arinoni.
The Moabite women at the fords of the Arnon are like birds fluttering around when their nest is destroyed.
3 “Tũhei kĩrĩra, na mũtue itua. Tũmai kĩĩruru kĩanyu gĩtuĩke ta ũtukũ, o kũrĩ mũthenya barigici. Hithai arĩa maingatĩtwo kwao, na mũtigakunyanĩre arĩa moorĩire kwanyu.
Think about it and make a decision. Make your shadow as invisible at midday as during the night. Hide the refugees; don't betray them as they run away.
4 Rekei andũ a Moabi arĩa mehithĩte kwanyu maikare na inyuĩ; tuĩkai kĩĩgitio kĩao kuuma kũrĩ mwanangani.” Mũhinyanĩrĩria nĩagakinya mũthia, naguo mwanangĩko ũthire; nake mũũgiti nĩakabuĩria kuuma bũrũri-inĩ.
Let my refugees stay among you, Moab. Hide them from our enemies until the destroyer is no more, the destruction is over, and the aggressive invaders have gone.
5 Gĩtĩ kĩa ũnene gĩkaahaandwo na wendo; na mũndũ mwĩhokeku nĩwe ũgaagĩikarĩra, o mũndũ wa kuuma nyũmba ya Daudi, mũndũ ũrĩa ũgaatuanagĩra ciira arũmĩrĩire o kĩhooto, namo maũndũ ma ũthingu nĩmo akaahiũhaga gwĩka.
Then a kingdom will be set up based on trustworthy love, and on its throne will sit a faithful king from the line of David. He will judge fairly, and will be passionately committed to doing what is right.
6 Nĩtũiguĩte ũhoro wa mwĩtĩĩo wa Moabi: tũkaigua ũhoro wa mwĩtĩĩo wake mũkĩru na mwĩĩkĩrĩro wake, tũkaigua ũhoro wa mwĩtĩĩo wake na rũngʼathio rwake; no rĩrĩ, mwĩgaatho ũcio wake no wa tũhũ.
We know all about the pride of the Moabites, how terribly vain and conceited they are, completely arrogant! But their boasting is false.
7 Nĩ ũndũ ũcio andũ a Moabi nĩkũgirĩka maragirĩka, maragirĩka hamwe nĩ ũndũ wa Moabi. Cakayai na mũnyiitwo nĩ kĩeha nĩ ũndũ wa andũ a Kiri-Haresethi.
All the Moabites grieve for Moab. They all mourn the loss of the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth, all of them destroyed.
8 Mĩgũnda ya Heshiboni nĩĩrahooha, o na mĩthabibũ ya Sibima o nayo nĩĩrahooha. Aathani a ndũrĩrĩ nĩmarangĩrĩirie mĩthabibũ ĩrĩa mĩega mũno, ĩrĩa hĩndĩ ĩmwe yakinyĩte Jazeri, na ĩgatheerema yerekeire werũ-inĩ. Thuuna ciayo ciatambĩte igakinya o iria-inĩ.
Heshbon's fields have dried up, as have Sibmah's grapevines. The rulers of the nations have trampled down the vines that once branched out to Jazer and east towards the desert, and west as far as the sea.
9 Nĩ ũndũ ũcio nĩndĩrarĩra, ngarĩra o ta Jazeri, ngĩrĩrĩra mĩthabibũ ya Sibima. Wee Heshiboni, o nawe Eleale, ngũmũihũgia na maithori! Tondũ mbugĩrĩrio cia gĩkeno kĩanyu nĩ ũndũ wa matunda manyu marĩa meruĩte, na nĩ ũndũ wa magetha manyu ma ngano nĩithirĩte.
So I cry with Jazer for Sibmah's vines; I soak Heshbon and Elealeh with my tears. Nobody shouts in celebration over your summer fruit and your harvest any more.
10 Gũtirĩ gĩkeno kana ndũhiũ mĩgũnda-inĩ ya matunda; gũtirĩ mũndũ ũraina kana akoigĩrĩria mĩgũnda-inĩ ya mĩthabibũ, gũtirĩ mũndũ ũrahiha ndibei kĩhihĩro-inĩ, nĩgũkorwo nĩndũmĩte ngemi cia magetha ciage kũiguuo.
Joy and happiness are gone. Nobody celebrates in the harvest fields or the vineyards; nobody shouts happily. Nobody treads grapes in the winepresses. I have stopped their cheering.
11 Ngoro yakwa nĩĩracakaĩra Moabi o ta kĩnanda kĩa mũgeeto, nayo ngoro yakwa ĩgacaĩra Kiri-Heresethu.
Heartbroken I cry for Moab like sad music on a harp; deep inside I weep for Kir-hareseth.
12 Rĩrĩa andũ a Moabi maathiĩ kũndũ kũrĩa gũtũũgĩru makahooe, no kwĩnogia menogagia; hĩndĩ ĩrĩa maathiĩ ihooero-inĩ rĩao kũhooya, no wĩra wa tũhũ marutaga.
The Moabites go and wear themselves out worshiping at their high places. They go to their shrines to pray, but it does them no good.
13 Ũyũ nĩguo ũhoro ũrĩa Jehova aarĩtie ũkoniĩ Moabi.
This is the message that the Lord has already delivered about Moab.
14 No rĩrĩ, rĩu Jehova ekuuga atĩrĩ: “Mĩaka ĩtatũ ĩtanathira, ĩtarĩtwo ta ũrĩa mĩaka ya mũndũ wandĩkĩtwo wĩra ĩrĩkanagĩrwo-rĩ, riiri wa Moabi hamwe na andũ ake othe nĩũkanyararwo, namo matigari make makorwo marĩ manini mũno na makahinyara.”
But now the Lord speaks again, and says, In three years, just as a contract worker precisely counts years, Moab's glory will turn into something to be laughed at. Despite there being so many Moabites now, soon there will only be a few feeble people left.
