Isaiah 15
1 A message about Moab. The town of Ar in Moab is devastated, destroyed in a single night! The town of Kir in Moab is devastated, destroyed in a single night!
Raajii waaʼee Moʼaab: Aari isheen Moʼaab keessaa diigamteerti; halkanuma tokkottis baddeerti! Qiir isheen Moʼaab keessaa diigamteerti; halkanuma tokkottis baddeerti!
2 The people of Dibon go up to their temple to weep at its high places. The Moabites weep over the towns of Nebo and Medeba. Every head has been shaved, every beard has been cut off in mourning.
Diiboon gara mana qulqullummaatti, iddoowwan ol kaʼaatti booʼuuf ol baʼa; Moʼaabis Neboo fi Meedebaaf ni booʼa. Mataan hundinuu haadamaa dha; areedni hundinuus cicciramaa dha.
3 They wear sackcloth in their streets. On the rooftops and in the open squares they all weep, falling down crying.
Isaan daandii irratti wayyaa gaddaa uffatu; bantii manaatii fi waltajjii sabaa irratti hundi isaanii ni booʼu; imimmaan isaaniis ni dhangalaasu.
4 The people of Heshbon and Elealeh cry out in sadness, their voices heard as far as Jahaz. That's why even the bravest soldiers of Moab shout—because they're so terrified.
Heshboonii fi Eleʼaaleen ni iyyu; sagaleen isaaniis hamma Yaahaziitti fagaatee dhagaʼame. Kanaafuu loltoonni Moʼaab ni iyyu; lubbuun isaaniis ni romʼite.
5 I weep over Moab. Moabite refugees run all the way to Zoar and to Eglath-shelishiyah. Weeping they go up Luhith hill; crying for their destruction they walk along the road to Horonaim.
Garaan koo Moʼaabiif iyya; kooluu galtoonni ishee hamma Zoʼaariitti, hamma Eglaati Sheelishiyaatti baqatu. Isaan booʼaa, gara Luuhiititti ol baʼu; karaa Hooronaayim irrattis, waaʼee badii isaanii faarsanii booʼu.
6 The waters of Nimrim have all dried up. The grass is withered, all the vegetation has disappeared—nothing green is left.
Bishaanonni Niimriim goganiiru; margis coollageera; biqiltuuwwan lafaa badaniiru; wanni magariisni tokko iyyuu hin hafne.
7 Everything they had gained, all their possessions, they have to carry across Willow River.
Kanaafuu isaan qabeenya argatanii kuufatan sana Laga Alaltuu irraan baatanii dabarfatu.
8 Their cry of grief echoes through the whole country of Moab; their wailing and mourning extends all the way from Eglaim to Beer-elim.
Iyyi isaanii hamma daarii Moʼaabitti dhagaʼame; wawwaachuun isaanii hamma Eglayiimitti faaruun booʼicha isaaniis hamma Beʼeer Eeliimiinitti dhagaʼame.
9 River Dimon is full of blood, but I will bring more upon the town of Dimon—a lion to attack the Moabite refugees and those who are left in the country.
Bishaanonni Diimon dhiigaan guutamaniiru; ani immoo waan kana caalu iyyuu Diimonitti nan fida; warra Moʼaab keessaa baqatan kanneen biyya sanatti hafanitti leenca nan erga.
