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. Baldness is on all of their heads. 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 clothe themselves in sackcloth. In their streets and on their housetops, 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.
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 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 Shelishiyah; for they go up by the ascent of Luhith with weeping; for on the way to Horonaim, they raise up a cry of destruction.
6 Kajti vode Nimríma bodo zapuščene, kajti seno je propadlo, trava je posušena, tam ni nobene zelene stvari.
For the waters of Nimrim will be desolate; for the grass has 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 they will carry away the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have stored up, 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 around the borders of Moab, its wailing to Eglaim, and its wailing 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 on Dimon, a lion on those of Moab who escape, and on the remnant of the land.
