Aịzaya 16
1 Ziganụ ụmụ atụrụ dịka onyinye nye onye na-achị ala ahụ site na Sela, gafee nʼụzọ ọzara ruo ugwu nke Ada Zayọn.
Send ye the lambs to the ruler of the land, From Selah through the wilderness To the mount of the daughter of Zion!
2 Ndị inyom Moab nọkwa nʼọnụ mmiri Anọn na-akwụgharị dịka ụmụ nnụnụ e si nʼakwụ ha chụpụ.
For as a wandering bird, As a forthdriven nest, So shall be the daughters of Moab At the fords of Arnon; [[saying, ]]
3 Moab na-asị, “Nwee mkpebi na mmụọ gị,” “Kwubie okwu nʼihe ị kpebiri. Mee ka onyinyo gị dịrị ka abalị nʼetiti oke ehihie. Zobe ndị gbapụrụ ọsọ ndụ, ekpugheela onye na-achọ ebe nchebe.
“Offer counsel; give decision, Make thy shadow at noonday like the darkness of night. Hide the outcasts; Betray not the fugitives.
4 Ka ndị Moab achụpụrụ achụpụ nọrọ nʼetiti unu, ghọrọ ha ebe nchebe pụọ nʼaka onye mbibi ahụ.” Onye mmegbu ahụ nwere ọgwụgwụ, mbibi ga-akwụsịkwa, onye ahụ na-azọda mmadụ ga-agwụchakwa site nʼala ahụ.
Let my outcasts dwell with thee, [[O Zion!]] Be thou to them a covert from the spoiler! For the extortion is at an end, The spoiling ceaseth. The oppressors are consumed from the land.
5 A ga-ehiwe otu ocheeze site nʼịhụnanya; otu nwoke ga-anọkwasị nʼelu ya site nʼikwesị ntụkwasị obi, otu onye sitere nʼụlọ ikwu Devid, bụ, onye mgbe ọ na-ekpe ikpe, na-achọ ikpe ziri ezi, na-emekwa ngwa ime ezi omume.
Then shall your throne be established through mercy, And upon it shall sit in the house of David A judge searching for justice, and prompt in equity.”
6 Anyị anụla akụkọ banyere Moab, nụkwa ihe banyere nganga ya na aghụghọ ya niile. Obodo ahụ na-anya isi, nke nganga juru obi? Ugbu a, lee na ịnya isi ha erijughị afọ.
“We have beard of the pride of Moab; he is very proud; His haughtiness, and his pride, and his insolence, His vain boastings.”
7 Ya mere, ndị Moab niile na-eti mkpu akwa, ha na-ebetara Moab akwa. Kwasie akwa ike, nwee mwute, nʼihi achịcha e ji mkpụrụ osisi a mịkpọrọ amịkpọ mee nke Kia Hereset.
Therefore shall Moab howl for Moab; Every one shall howl; For the ruins of Kir-hares shall ye mourn, In deep affliction.
8 Lee ka ubi niile nke Heshbọn si tọgbọrọ nʼefu; osisi vaịnị ha niile dị na Sibma akpọnwụsịala. E, ndị eze mba dị iche iche azọdala ọtụtụ osisi vaịnị ọma ndị a niile nʼụkwụ. E, osisi vaịnị ndị gbatịrị ruo Jeza, ruokwa nʼọzara, nke mgbọrọgwụ ha gbasara ruo nʼọnụ osimiri.
For the fields of Heshbon languish, The lords of the nations break down the choicest shoots of the vine of Sibmah, They reached even to Jazer; they wandered into the desert; Her branches were spread out; they crossed the sea.
9 Nʼihi ya, ana m akwa akwa dị ka ndị Jeza si akwa akwa nʼihi ubi vaịnị Sibma. Anya mmiri akwa m ga-ede gị ahụ gị Heshbọn, na gị Eleale, nʼihi na e meela ka ụzụ mkpu ọṅụ nke na-ada mgbe a na-ewe ihe ubi nʼime gị gharakwa ịdị ọzọ.
Therefore I will weep, like Jazer, for the vine of Sibmah; I will water thee with my tears, O Heshbon and Elealah, For upon thy summer fruits, and thy harvest, the war-shout is fallen.
10 Ewepụla ọṅụ na obi ụtọ site nʼubi na-amị mkpụrụ ọma, ọ dịghị onye na-abụ maọbụ tie mkpu ọṅụ nʼubi vaịnị a gbara ogige; ọ dịkwaghị onye na-azọchapụta mmanya m vaịnị nʼebe ịzọcha mmanya; nʼihi na emeela m ka iti mkpu ọṅụ niile kwụsị.
Gladness and joy are driven from the fruitful field, And in the vineyards is no singing nor shouting; The treaders tread out no wine in their vats; I have made the vintage-shouting to cease.
11 Mkpụrụobi m na-enwe mwute nʼihi Moab dịka ụbọ akwara, ime mmụọ m kwa nʼihi Kia Heres.
Therefore shall my bowels sound like a harp for Moab, And my inward parts for Kir-hares.
12 Mgbe Moab ga-egosipụta onwe ya nʼebe ya dị elu, ọ na-eme naanị ka ike gwụ ya, mgbe ọ ga-aga ikpe ekpere nʼihu mmụọ ya, o nweghị uru nke a ga-abara ha.
And it shall come to pass that though Moab present himself, Though he weary himself upon his high places, And go up to his sanctuary to pray, Yet shall he not prevail.
13 Ihe ndị a niile bụ okwu Onyenwe anyị kwuru banyere Moab na mbụ,
This is the word which Jehovah spake concerning Moab of old.
14 ma ugbu a Onyenwe anyị na-ekwu, sị, “Tupu afọ atọ agachaa, dịka onye e goro ọrụ si agụ afọ, a ga-eleli ugwu niile Moab nwere, ya na igwe mmadụ ya bara ụba. Ndị fọdụkwara ndụ ga-adị naanị mmadụ ole na ole bụrụkwa ndị na-adịghị ike.”
But now saith Jehovah: Within three years, like the years of a hireling, The glory of Moab shall be put to shame, With all his great multitude; And the remnant shall be very small, and without strength.
