Isaia 15
1 Ty bekoeñe i Moabe: Amy haleñe androtsahañe i Arey, mongotse ty Moabe; amy haleñe androtsahañe i Kirey, mongotse ty Moabe.
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 Nionjoñe mb’amy Baite mb’eo re, mb’amy Dibone, naho o haboañeo hirovetse; mb’amy Nebò naho i Medeba, mañaolo t’i Moabe; sola peake ze hene añambone, hinitsike ze fonga somatse.
They have gone up to Bayith, and to Dibon, to the high places, to weep. Moab wails over Nebo, and over Medeba. On all their heads is baldness. Every beard is cut off.
3 Misikin-gony an-dalañe eo; songa mangololoike, mangoihoy ty rovetse o an-tafon’ anjomba naho an-tameañeo.
In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth. On their housetops, and in their broad places, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.
4 Mikaikaike ka ty Kesbone naho i Elalè; tsanoñeñe pak’e Iatsà ty feo’ iareo; mikointsañe o lahin-defo’ i Moabeo; mitoirañe an-tro’e ao ty fiai’e.
And Heshbon cries out, and Elealeh. Their voice is heard even to Jahaz. Therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud. His soul trembles within him.
5 Tolihe’ ty troko t’i Moabe, ie mitriban-day mb’e Tsoare mb’eo o sehanga’eo, i kiloa telo taoñey; fa amy fitroara’ i Lotitey eo ty angololoiha’ iareo am-panganihañe, amy lala’ i Koronaimey ty ikoiha’ iareo hazolava.
My heart cries out for Moab. Her nobles flee to Zoar, to Eglath-shelishi-yah. For they go up with weeping by the ascent of Luhith. For they raise up a cry of destruction in the way of Horonaim.
6 Koake o rano’ i Nimrimeo; hene niforejeje ty ahetse, niheatse o bokao, tsy aman’ antsetra.
For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate, for the grass is withered away. The tender grass fails. There is no green thing.
7 Aa le hasese’ iareo mb’an-Torahan-Tsohihy mb’eo ty vara nivokare’ iereo, ty vokatse nahaja’ iareo an-driha ao.
Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, they shall carry away over the brook of the willows.
8 Nanitsike i Moabe pak’añ’efe-tane’e añe i koikey, i fañaoloa’ey pak’ Eglaime, i fangololoiha’ey pake Birelime.
For the cry has gone round about the borders of Moab, the wailing of it to Eglaim, and the wailing of it to Beer-elim.
9 Atse-dio ty rano’ i Dimone; fe mbe ho tompeako ty Dimone, ty liona, amo hivoratsake boake Moabeo, naho amo sehanga’ i taneio.
For the waters of Dimon are full of blood. For I will bring yet more upon Dimon, a lion upon those of Moab who escape, and upon the remnant of the land.
