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 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 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.
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 Wọ́n wọ aṣọ ọ̀fọ̀ ní ojú òpópónà, ní àwọn òrùlé àti àwọn gbàgede ìlú. Wọ́n pohùnréré, wọ́n dọ̀bálẹ̀ pẹ̀lú ẹkún.
In their streets, they clothe themselves in sackcloth. In their streets and on their housetops, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.
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.
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 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 cries out for Moab! Her Nazirites 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 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 will be desolate; for the grass has withered away, the tender grass fails, 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 they will carry away the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have stored up, over the brook 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 has gone around the borders of Moab, its wailing to Eglaim, and its wailing to 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 bring yet more on Dimon, a lion on those of Moab who escape, and on the remnant of the land.
