Aizaia 15

1 Hanki Moapu mopama havizama hania zankura Anumzamo'a amanahu naneke nasami'ne, ha' vahe'mo'za mago kenage e'za Moapu mopafima me'nea Ari ran kuma'ene Kiri rankumatrena eri haviza hazageno, Moapu mopamo'a havizantfa hu'ne.

The burden of Moab. For in a night, Ar of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nothing. For in a night Kir of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nothing.

2 Ana maka Diboni rankumapima nemaniza vahe'mo'za, havi anumzante'ma mono'ma hunentaza noma me'nea agonarega mareri'za zavi krafa hu'naze. Moapu vahe'mo'za Nebo rankumaku'ene Medeba rankumakura zamasunku hu'za zavira nete'za, zamagi zamazoka'ene zamaseni zamazokara vazagate tre'naze.

They have gone up to Bayith, and to Dibon, to the high places, to weep. Moab wails over Nebo and over Medeba. Baldness is on all of their heads. Every beard is cut off.

3 Kumamofo ne'onse kampina zamasunku kukena hu'za vano hu'naze. Nozami agofetu nemani'za atruma hu'za nemaniza kumatamimpina tusi zavi krafa nehazageno, zamavunumo'a tusiza hu'ne.

In their streets, they clothe themselves in sackcloth. In their streets and on their housetops, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.

4 Hesboni ran kumateti'ene Eleale rankumateti'ma zavi krafama haza agasasankea ogantu Jahasi rankumate vahe'mo'za antahi'naze. E'inama hiazanku Moapu hankave sondia vahe'mo'za zamahirahiku nehu'za hanavezamia omnege'za, tusi zavi krafa hu'naze.

Heshbon cries out with Elealeh. Their voice is heard even to Jahaz. Therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud. Their souls tremble within them.

5 Nagra Moapu vahekura nagu'areti hu'na tusi zavi ate'noe. Na'ankure vahe'mo'za mopazamia atre'za koro fre'za, Zoari ran kuma'ene Eglat-Silisia ran kumate vu'naze. Luhiti ran kuma'ma me'nea karanka mareneri'za zavira nete'za vu'naze. Horonaimi ran kuma'ma me'nea karankanema nevu'za, kuma'ma havizama hiazankura tusi zavi krafage hu'za vu'naze.

My heart cries out for Moab! Her nobles flee to Zoar, to Eglath Shelishiyah; for they go up by the ascent of Luhith with weeping; for on the way to Horonaim, they raise up a cry of destruction.

6 Nimrimi tintamina tanageno, tinkenaregama me'nea trazamo'enena hagege hu'ne. Ana higeno anampina trazamo'ene zafamo'enena hagege higeno, kasefa huno zafaninage zana omnene.

For the waters of Nimrim will be desolate; for the grass has withered away, the tender grass fails, there is no green thing.

7 E'ina hu'negu Moapu vahe'mo'za feno zazamima eri truma hu'nazana eri'za, ana zantamine korora fre'za, zafamoke'ma hu'nea tinkagomupinti rukatagi'za Moapu mopa atre'za vu'naze.

Therefore they will carry away the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have stored up, over the brook of the willows.

8 Moapu mopafinti'ma zavi krafama nehaza agasasamo'a, Moapu mopama ome atre'nea atumpare me'na'a kumatre, Eglaimi rankuma'ene Be-elim rankumate vige'za antahi'naze.

For the cry has gone around the borders of Moab, its wailing to Eglaim, and its wailing to Beer Elim.

9 Na'ankure Dimoni timpina koramo aviteno e'ne. Hianagi Ra Anumzamo'a huno, mago'ene Moapu vahera zamazeri haviza hugahue nehuno, laioni hunta'nena vuno koro'ma fre'za vanaza Moapu vahe'ene Moapuma osi'ama mani'naza vahera zamaheno tagnavazino negahie.

For the waters of Dimon are full of blood; for I will bring yet more on Dimon, a lion on those of Moab who escape, and on the remnant of the land.