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;
A message about Moab. The town of Ar in Moab is devastated, destroyed in a single night! The town of Kir in Moab is devastated, destroyed in a single night!
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.
The people of Dibon go up to their temple to weep at its high places. The Moabites weep over the towns of Nebo and Medeba. Every head has been shaved, every beard has been cut off in mourning.
3 Na njihovih ulicah se bodo opasovali z vrečevino, na vrhovih njihovih hiš in na njihovih ulicah bo vsakdo tulil, obilno jokajoč.
They wear sackcloth in their streets. On the rooftops and in the open squares they all weep, falling down crying.
4 Hešbón bo vpil in Elalé. Njun glas bo slišati celó do Jahaca, zato bodo oboroženi moábski vojaki zavpili, njegovo življenje mu bo mučno.
The people of Heshbon and Elealeh cry out in sadness, their voices heard as far as Jahaz. That's why even the bravest soldiers of Moab shout—because they're so terrified.
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.
I weep over Moab. Moabite refugees run all the way to Zoar and to Eglath-shelishiyah. Weeping they go up Luhith hill; crying for their destruction they walk along the road to Horonaim.
6 Kajti vode Nimríma bodo zapuščene, kajti seno je propadlo, trava je posušena, tam ni nobene zelene stvari.
The waters of Nimrim have all dried up. The grass is withered, all the vegetation has disappeared—nothing green is left.
7 Zato bodo obilje, ki so ga dobili in to, kar so nakopičili, odnesli proč k vrbovemu potoku.
Everything they had gained, all their possessions, they have to carry across Willow River.
8 Kajti vpitje je šlo naokoli Moábovih mej, njihovo tuljenje do Eglájima in njihovo tuljenje do Beêr Elíma.
Their cry of grief echoes through the whole country of Moab; their wailing and mourning extends all the way from Eglaim 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.
River Dimon is full of blood, but I will bring more upon the town of Dimon—a lion to attack the Moabite refugees and those who are left in the country.
