Izaija 15
1 Breme Moába. Ker je ponoči Ar Moáb opustošen in priveden v tišino, ker je ponoči Kir Moáb opustošen in priveden v tišino;
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 odšel je gor do Bajita in do Dibóna, visoka kraja, da bi jokal. Moáb bo tulil nad Nebójem in nad Médebo, na vseh njihovih glavah bo plešavost in vsaka brada bo odrezana.
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 Na njihovih ulicah se bodo opasovali z vrečevino, na vrhovih njihovih hiš in na njihovih ulicah bo vsakdo tulil, obilno jokajoč.
In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth. On their housetops, and in their broad places, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.
4 Hešbón bo vpil in Elalé. Njun glas bo slišati celó do Jahaca, zato bodo oboroženi moábski vojaki zavpili, njegovo življenje mu bo mučno.
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 Moje srce bo vpilo zaradi Moába, njegovi ubežniki bodo bežali do Coarja, telica starosti treh let, kajti ob vzpenjanju Luhíta bodo jokajoč šli gor, kajti na poti Horonájima bodo vzdignili krik pogube.
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 Kajti vode Nimríma bodo zapuščene, kajti seno je propadlo, trava je posušena, tam ni nobene zelene stvari.
For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate, for the grass is withered away. The tender grass fails. There is no green thing.
7 Zato bodo obilje, ki so ga dobili in to, kar so nakopičili, odnesli proč k vrbovemu potoku.
Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, they shall carry away over the brook of the willows.
8 Kajti vpitje je šlo naokoli Moábovih mej, njihovo tuljenje do Eglájima in njihovo tuljenje do Beêr Elíma.
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 Kajti vode Dimóna bodo polne krvi, kajti privedel bom več nad Dimón, leve nad tiste, ki pobegnejo iz Moába in nad preostanek dežele.
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.
