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. Because in a night destroyed was Ar of Moab — It hath been cut off, Because in a night destroyed was Kir of Moab — It hath been cut off.

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.

He hath gone up to Bajith and Dibon, The high places — to weep, On Nebo and on Medeba Moab howleth, On all its heads [is] baldness, every beard 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 its out-places they girded on sackcloth, On its pinnacles, and in its broad places, Every one howleth — going down with weeping.

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.

And cry doth Heshbon and Elealeh, Unto Jahaz heard hath been their voice, Therefore the armed ones of Moab do shout, His life hath been grievous to him.

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 [is] toward Moab, Cry do her fugitives unto Zoar, a heifer of the third [year], For — the ascent of Luhith — With weeping he goeth up in it, For, in the way of Horonaim, A cry of destruction they wake up.

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 are desolations, For, withered hath been the hay, Finished hath been the tender grass, A green thing there hath not been.

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 the abundance he made, and their store, Unto the brook of the willows they carry.

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 gone round hath the cry the border of Moab, Unto Eglaim [is] its howling, And to Beer-Elim [is] its howling.

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 have been full of blood, For I set on Dimon additions, For the escaped of Moab a lion, And for the remnant of Adamah!