Isaia 15

1 Oracolo su Moab. Sì, nella notte in cui è devastata, Ar-Moab perisce! Sì, nella notte in cui è devastata, Kir-Moab perisce!

The word about Moab. For in a night Ar of Moab has become waste, and is seen no longer; for in a night Kir of Moab has become waste, and is seen no longer.

2 Si sale al tempio e a Dibon, sugli alti luoghi, per piangere; Moab urla su Nebo e su Medeba: tutte le teste son rase, tutte le barbe, tagliate.

The daughter of Dibon has gone up to the high places, weeping: Moab is sounding her cry of sorrow over Nebo, and over Medeba: everywhere the hair of the head and of the face is cut off.

3 Per le strade tutti indossano sacchi, sui tetti e per le piazze ognuno urla, piangendo a dirotto.

In their streets they are covering themselves with haircloth: on the tops of their houses, and in their public places, there is crying and bitter weeping.

4 Heshbon ed Elealeh gridano; la loro voce s’ode fino a Jahats; perciò i guerrieri di Moab si lamentano, l’anima loro trema.

Heshbon is crying out, and Elealeh; their voice is sounding even to Jahaz: for this cause the heart of Moab is shaking; his soul is shaking with fear.

5 Il mio cuore geme per Moab, i cui fuggiaschi son già a Tsoar, a Eglath-Scelisciah; perché fanno, piangendo, la salita di Luhit e mandan grida d’angoscia sulla via di Horonaim;

My heart is crying out for Moab; her people go in flight to Zoar, and to Eglath-shelishiyah: for they go up with weeping by the slope of Luhith; on the way to Horonaim they send up a cry of destruction.

6 perché le acque di Nimrim sono una desolazione, l’erba è seccata, l’erba minuta è scomparsa, non c’è più verdura;

The waters of Nimrim will become dry: for the grass is burned up, the young grass is coming to an end, every green thing is dead.

7 onde le ricchezze che hanno accumulate, le provvisioni che han tenute accumulate in serbo, essi le trasportano oltre il torrente de’ salici.

For this cause they will take away their wealth, and the stores they have got together, over the stream of the water-plants.

8 Le grida fanno il giro de’ confini di Moab, il suo urlo rintrona fino a Beer-Elim.

For the cry has gone round the limits of Moab; as far as to Eglaim and Beer-elim.

9 Perché le acque di Dimon son piene di sangue, perché infliggerò a Dimon de’ nuovi guai: un leone contro gli scampati di Moab e contro quel che resta del paese.

For the waters of Dimon are full of blood: and I'm sending even more on Moab, a lion on those of Moab who go in flight, and on the rest of the land.