Isaiah 15
1 Ọ̀rọ̀-ìmọ̀ tí ó kan Moabu, a pa Ari run ní Moabu, òru kan ní a pa á run! A pa Kiri run ní Moabu, òru kan ní a pa á run!
The burden of Moab: For in the night of being laid waste, Ar of Moab is destroyed; for in the night of being laid waste, Kir of Moab is destroyed!
2 Diboni gòkè lọ sí tẹmpili rẹ̀, sí àwọn ibi gíga rẹ̀ láti sọkún, Moabu pohùnréré lórí Nebo àti Medeba. Gbogbo orí ni a fá gbogbo irùngbọ̀n ni a gé dànù.
He is gone up to Bajith, and to Dibon, to the high places, to weep; Moab howleth over Nebo, and over Medeba; on all their heads is baldness, every beard is cut off.
3 Wọ́n wọ aṣọ ọ̀fọ̀ ní ojú òpópónà, ní àwọn òrùlé àti àwọn gbàgede ìlú. Wọ́n pohùnréré, wọ́n dọ̀bálẹ̀ pẹ̀lú ẹkún.
In their streets they are girded with sackcloth; on their roofs, and in their broadways, every one howleth, melted into tears.
4 Heṣboni àti Eleale ké sóde, ohùn wọn ni a gbọ́ títí fi dé Jahasi. Nítorí náà ni àwọn ọmọ-ogun Moabu ṣe kígbe tí ọkàn wọn sì rẹ̀wẹ̀sì.
And Heshbon crieth, and Elealeh: their voice is heard unto Jahaz. Therefore the armed men of Moab cry out: his soul trembleth in him.
5 Ọkàn mi kígbe sókè lórí Moabu; àwọn ìsáǹsá rẹ sálà títí dé Soari, títí fi dé Eglati-Ṣeliṣi. Wọ́n gòkè lọ títí dé Luhiti wọ́n ń sọkún bí wọ́n ti ń lọ, ní òpópónà tí ó lọ sí Horonaimu wọ́n ń pohùnréré ìparun wọn.
My heart crieth out for Moab; their fugitives [have fled] unto Zoar, unto Eglath-Sheli-shijah: for by the ascent of Luhith, with weeping they go up by it; for in the way of Horonaim they raise up a cry of destruction.
6 Gbogbo omi Nimrimu ni ó ti gbẹ àwọn koríko sì ti gbẹ, gbogbo ewéko ti tán ewé tútù kankan kò sí mọ́.
For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate; for the herbage is withered away, the grass hath failed, there is no green thing.
7 Báyìí gbogbo ọrọ̀ tí wọ́n ti ní tí wọ́n sì tò jọ wọ́n ti kó wọn kọjá lọ lórí i gẹ̀rẹ́gẹ̀rẹ́ odò Poplari.
Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, do they carry away to the torrent of the willows.
8 Gbohùngbohùn ń gba igbe wọn dé ìpẹ̀kun ilẹ̀ Moabu; ìpohùnréré wọn lọ títí dé Eglaimu, igbe ẹkún wọn ni a gbọ́ títí dé kànga Elimu.
For the cry goeth round about the borders of Moab; the howling thereof unto Eglaim, and the howling thereof unto Beer-elim.
9 Omi Dimoni kún fún ẹ̀jẹ̀, síbẹ̀ èmi ó tún mu ohun tí ó jù báyìí lọ wá sórí Dimoni— kìnnìún kan wá sórí àwọn ìsáǹsá Moabu àti lórí àwọn tí ó tún ṣẹ́kù sórí ilẹ̀ náà.
For the waters of Dimon are full of blood, for I will lay yet more upon Dimon: a lion upon them that are escaped of Moab, and upon that which remaineth of the land.
