Ihaia 15
1 Ko te poropititanga mo Moapa. He po kotahi ka ngaro a Ara o Moapa, a kore iho; he po ano hoki, ka ngaro a Kiri o Moapa, a kore iho.
This is the burden against Moab: Ar in Moab is ruined, destroyed in a night! Kir in Moab is devastated, destroyed in a night!
2 Kua riro ia ki runga ki Paiti, ki Ripono, ki nga wahi tiketike tangi ai: ka auetia e Moapa a Nepo raua ko Merepa; he mea moremore katoa o ratou mahunga, tapahi rawa nga kumikumi katoa.
Dibon goes up to its temple to weep at its high places. Moab wails over Nebo, as well as over Medeba. Every head is shaved, every beard is cut off.
3 Ko o ratou whitiki i o ratou ara he kakahu taratara: ka aue ratou katoa i runga i o ratou whare, i o ratou waharoa, nui atu te tangi.
In its streets they wear sackcloth; on the rooftops and in the public squares they all wail, falling down weeping.
4 Ka hamama hoki a Hehepona raua ko Ereare: ka rangona to ratou reo i Iahata rawa: no reira hamama ana nga mau patu o Moapa; ka wiri tona wairua i roto i a ia.
Heshbon and Elealeh cry out; their voices are heard as far as Jahaz. Therefore the soldiers of Moab cry out; their souls tremble within.
5 E tangi ana toku ngakau ki a Moapa; rere ana ona rangatira ki Toara, ki Ekarata Herihia: he tangi nei hoki ta ratou i te pikitanga ki Ruhiti, i te mea e piki ana i reira; i te ara hoki ki Horonaimi ka pa ta ratou karanga o te ngaromanga.
My heart cries out over Moab; her fugitives flee as far as Zoar, as far as Eglath-shelishiyah. With weeping they ascend the slope of Luhith; they lament their destruction on the road to Horonaim.
6 Ka takoto kau noa nga wai o Nimirimi: kua maroke hoki te tarutaru, kua mate te otaota, kahore he mea e tupu ana.
The waters of Nimrim are dried up, and the grass is withered; the vegetation is gone, and the greenery is no more.
7 Na, ko a ratou mea maha, me a ratou mea i te rongoa, ka kawea e ratou ki te awa i nga wirou.
So they carry their wealth and belongings over the Brook of the Willows.
8 Kua taiawhiotia hoki nga rohe o Moapa e te karanga; kua tae tona aue ki Ekeraima, tona aue ki Peererimi.
For their outcry echoes to the border of Moab. Their wailing reaches Eglaim; it is heard in Beer-elim.
9 Kei te ki hoki nga wai o Rimono i te toto; tera atu taku e whakapa ai ki Rimona, he raiona ki nga oranga o Moapa, ki nga morehu ano o te whenua.
The waters of Dimon are full of blood, but I will bring more upon Dimon— a lion upon the fugitives of Moab and upon the remnant of the land.
