Книга пророка Исаии 15
1 Нощию погибнет Моавитска земля, нощию бо погибнет стена Моавитская.
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 Плачитеся о себе, погибнет бо и Дивон, идеже требище ваше: тамо взыдете плакатися над Нававом Моавитским. Плачитеся, на всяцей главе плешь, вся мышцы обсечены,
They have gone up to the temple, and to Dibon, to the high places to weep. Moab wails over Nebo and over Medeba. On every head is baldness. Every beard is cut off.
3 на стогнах его препояшитеся во вретища, и восплачитеся на храминах его и на улицах его и на стогнах его, вси возрыдайте с плачем.
In their streets, they dress themselves in sackcloth; on their roofs and in their squares, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.
4 Яко возопи Есевон и Елеала, даже до Иассы услышася глас их: сего ради чресла Моавитиды вопиют, душа ея увесть.
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 Сердце Моавитиды вопиет в ней даже до Сигора: юница бо есть трилетна. В возшествии же Луифа к тебе плачущеся взыдут путем Арониимлим: вопиет сотрение и трус.
My heart cries out for Moab. Her Nazirites flee to Zoar, to Eglath Shelishiyah; for they go up by the ascent of Luhith with weeping; for in the way of Horonaim, they raise up a cry of destruction.
6 Вода Немримля пуста будет, и трава ея оскудеет: травы бо зелены не будет.
For the waters of Nimrim will be desolate; for the grass has withered away, the tender grass fails, there is no green thing.
7 Еда и сице спасется? Наведу бо на дебрь Аравлян, и возмут ю:
Therefore they will carry away the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have stored up, over the Brook of the Willows.
8 прейде бо вопль предел земли Моавитския до Агаллима, и плачь ея даже до Кладязя Елимля.
For the cry has gone around the borders of Moab; its wailing as far as Eglaim, and its wailing as far as Beer Elim.
9 Вода бо Димоня наполнится крове: наведу бо на Димона Аравляны, и возму семя Моавле и Ариилево и останок Адаминь.
For the waters of Dibon are full of blood; for I will bring yet more on Dibon, a lion on those of Moab who escape, and on the remnant of the land.
