Isaia 15
1 KA wanana no Moaba. A lukuia Ara-Moaba i ka po, ua anaiia; He oiaio, i ka po i lukuia'i o Kira-Moaba, Ua anai loa ia no.
A message about Moab. The town of Ar in Moab is devastated, destroyed in a single night! The town of Kir in Moab is devastated, destroyed in a single night!
2 Pii aku no ia i ka heiau, ma Dibona hoi, Ma na wahi kiekie e uwe ai. E aoa no o Moaba, no Nebo a me Medeba; E ohule no ko lakou poo a pau, E pau no ka umiumi i ke kahiia.
The people of Dibon go up to their temple to weep at its high places. The Moabites weep over the towns of Nebo and Medeba. Every head has been shaved, every beard has been cut off in mourning.
3 Ma kona alanui e kaei no lakou ia lakou iho i ke hapa ino: Maluna o kona mau hale, a ma kona wahi akea, E aoa no na mea a pau me ka waimaka e kahe ana.
They wear sackcloth in their streets. On the rooftops and in the open squares they all weep, falling down crying.
4 E uwe hamama no o Hesebona a me Eleale; E loheia ko lakou leo ma Iahaza; No ka mea, e uwe aku no ka poe kaua o Moaba, E ehaeha no kona naau maloko ona.
The people of Heshbon and Elealeh cry out in sadness, their voices heard as far as Jahaz. That's why even the bravest soldiers of Moab shout—because they're so terrified.
5 E uwe nui no ko'u naau no Moaba, O kona poe i pee, aia no ma Zoara, ma Egelaselesia: I ka pii ana i Luhita, pii lakou me ka uwe iho; Oiaio, ma ke ala o Horonaima lakou e uwe at ai no ka make.
I weep over Moab. Moabite refugees run all the way to Zoar and to Eglath-shelishiyah. Weeping they go up Luhith hill; crying for their destruction they walk along the road to Horonaim.
6 No ka mea, e mehameha auanei na wai o Nimerima, Ua maloo hoi ka mauu, ua pau ka launahele, aohe mea uliuli.
The waters of Nimrim have all dried up. The grass is withered, all the vegetation has disappeared—nothing green is left.
7 Nolaila, ua laweia'ku ka waiwai i loaa ia ia, A me ka lakou ukana hoi, a i ke kahawai o na wilou.
Everything they had gained, all their possessions, they have to carry across Willow River.
8 Ua poai kona uwe ana i na mokuna o Moaba; Ua hiki kona aoa i Egelaima, a me kona kaniuhu i Beer-Elima.
Their cry of grief echoes through the whole country of Moab; their wailing and mourning extends all the way from Eglaim to Beer-elim.
9 No ka mea, ua piha na wai o Dimona i ke koko: A e kau hou no wau maluna o Dimona, I na liona hoi maluna o ka poe i pakele o Moaba, A me ka poe o ka aina i koe.
River Dimon is full of blood, but I will bring more upon the town of Dimon—a lion to attack the Moabite refugees and those who are left in the country.
