ʻIsaia 15
1 Ko e tala mamafa ʻoku kau ki Moape. Koeʻuhi kuo fakaʻauha ʻa ʻAla-Moape ʻi he pō, pea fakalongo pē ia; koeʻuhi kuo fakaʻauha ʻa Kili Moape ʻi he pō, pea fakalongo pē ia;
A declaration about Moab. Indeed, in one night Ar of Moab is laid waste and destroyed; indeed, in one night Kir of Moab is laid waste and destroyed.
2 Kuo ʻalu ia ki Pasiti, pea ki Tiponi, ko e ngaahi potu māʻolunga, ke tangi: ʻE tangilāulau ʻa Moape kia Nipo, pea kia Mitipa: ʻe tula honau ʻulu kotoa pē, pea ʻe kosi ʻae kava kotoa pē.
They have gone up to the temple, the people of Dibon went up to the heights to weep; Moab laments over Nebo and over Medeba. All their heads are shaved bare and all their beards are cut off.
3 Te nau nonoʻo ʻaki ʻae tauangaʻa ʻi honau ngaahi hala: pea tangilāulau kotoa pē, pea tangi lahi ʻi honau tuʻa fale, pea ʻi honau ngaahi hala.
In their streets they wear sackcloth; on their housetops and in the square everyone wails, melting in tears.
4 Pea ʻe tangi ʻa Hesiponi, mo ʻIliale: ʻe ongoʻi honau leʻo ʻo aʻu ki Sehasi: ko ia ʻe kalanga ai ʻae kautau toʻo mahafu ʻo Moape; ʻe mamahi ai ia ʻi heʻene moʻui.
Heshbon and Elealeh call out for help; their sound is heard as far as Jahaz. So the armed men of Moab call out for help; they tremble within themselves.
5 ʻE tangi hoku loto koeʻuhi ko Moape; ʻe ʻalu ki Soa ʻene kau hola, ʻo hangē ha pulu kuo tolu taʻu: ʻoku nau tangi ʻi heʻenau ʻalu hake ki Luhiti; ʻio, ʻi he hala ʻo Holonaimi te nau kalanga ʻaki ʻae tangi ʻoe fakaʻauha.
My heart cries out for Moab; her fugitives flee to Zoar and to Eglath Shelishiyah. They go up the ascent of Luhith weeping; on the road to Horonaim they loudly wail over their destruction.
6 Koeʻuhi ʻe lala ʻae ngaahi vai ʻo Nimilimi: he kuo mae ʻae mohuku mōmoa, pea kuo ʻikai ʻae mohuku mata, pea ʻoku ʻikai ha meʻa lau maʻuiʻui.
The waters of Nimrim are a desolation; the grass is withered; the vegetation has dried up; there is no more green grass.
7 Ko ia ko e koloa lahi kuo nau maʻu, pea mo ia kuo nau tānaki, te nau ʻave ki he vaitafe ʻoe ngaahi uilou.
The abundance they have grown and stored they carry away over the brook of the poplars.
8 He kuo takatakai ʻe he tangi ʻae ngataʻanga ʻo Moape; kuo aʻu ʻene kalanga ki Ekelemi, pea mo e tangilāulau ʻo ia ki Pealimi.
The cry has gone around the territory of Moab; the wailing as far as Eglaim and Beer Elim.
9 ʻE fonu ʻae ngaahi vai ʻo Timoni ʻi he toto: he te u toe ʻomi ʻae kovi ki Timoni, ʻae fanga laione kiate ia ʻoku hao ʻi Moape, pea ki hono toe ʻoe fonua.
For the waters of Dimon are full of blood; but I will bring even more upon Dimon. A lion will attack those who escape from Moab and also those remaining in the land.
