Isaaya 15
1 Mu kiro kimu kyokka Ali ekya Mowaabu kirizikirizibwa ne kimalibwawo. Kiiri ekya Mowaabu nakyo ne kizikirizibwa mu kiro!
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 Abantu b’e Diboni bambuse ku lusozi okukaabira mu ssabo lyabwe. Abantu ba Mowaabu bakaaba bakungubagira ebibuga byabwe ebya Nebo ne Medeba. Buli mutwe gwonna gumwereddwako enviiri na buli kirevu kyonna kimwereddwa.
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 Beesibye ebibukutu mu nguudo; ku nnyumba waggulu era ne mu bibangirize ebinene eby’omu bibuga bakaaba. Buli muntu atema emiranga n’abikaabira amaziga amayitirivu.
In their streets, they clothe themselves in sackcloth. In their streets and on their housetops, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.
4 Kesuboni ne Ereyale bakaaba mu ddoboozi ery’omwanguka, n’amaloboozi gaabwe gawulikika e Yakazi. Abasajja ba Mowaabu abalina ebyokulwanyisa kyebava bakaaba mu ddoboozi ery’omwanguka, emmeeme ekankanira munda mu Mowaabu.
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 Omutima gwange gukaabira Mowaabu; abantu be babundabunda, baddukira e Zowaali ne Yegulasuserisiya. Bambuka e Lakisi nga bwe bakaaba; bakaabira mu kkubo ery’e Kolonayimu nga boogera ku kuzikirizibwa kwabwe.
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 Amazzi g’e Nimulimu gakalidde, omuddo guwotose, omuddo omugonvu, guggwaawo, tewali kintu kimera.
For the waters of Nimrim will be desolate; for the grass has withered away, the tender grass fails, there is no green thing.
7 Abantu basomoka akagga ak’enzingu nga badduka n’ebintu byabwe bye baafuna ne babitereka.
Therefore they will carry away the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have stored up, over the brook of the willows.
8 Okukaaba kwetooloodde ensalo za Mowaabu; amaloboozi gatuuse e Yegalayimu, n’ebiwoobe ne bituuka e Beererimu.
For the cry has gone around the borders of Moab, its wailing to Eglaim, and its wailing to Beer Elim.
9 Amazzi g’e Diboni gajjudde omusaayi, naye ndyongera okuleeta ebirala ku Diboni; empologoma egwe ku abo abalisigalawo mu Mowaabu, ne ku abo abalisigalawo ku nsi.
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.
