Isaiah 15
1 The burden of Moab. For in the night that Ar of Moab is laid waste, he is brought to ruin; for in the night that Kir of Moab is laid waste, he is brought to ruin.
Mu kiro kimu kyokka Ali ekya Mowaabu kirizikirizibwa ne kimalibwawo. Kiiri ekya Mowaabu nakyo ne kizikirizibwa mu kiro!
2 He is gone up to Baith, and to Dibon, to the high places, to weep; upon Nebo, and upon Medeba, Moab howleth; on all their heads is baldness, every beard is shaven.
Abantu b’e Diboni bambuse ku lusozi okukaabira mu ssabo lyabwe. Abantu ba Mowaabu bakaaba bakungubagira ebibuga byabwe ebya Nebo ne Medeba. Buli mutwe gwonna gumwereddwako enviiri na buli kirevu kyonna kimwereddwa.
3 In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth; on their housetops, and in their broad places, every one howleth, weeping profusely.
Beesibye ebibukutu mu nguudo; ku nnyumba waggulu era ne mu bibangirize ebinene eby’omu bibuga bakaaba. Buli muntu atema emiranga n’abikaabira amaziga amayitirivu.
4 And Heshbon crieth out, and Elealeh; their voice is heard even unto Jahaz; therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud; his soul is faint within him.
Kesuboni ne Ereyale bakaaba mu ddoboozi ery’omwanguka, n’amaloboozi gaabwe gawulikika e Yakazi. Abasajja ba Mowaabu abalina ebyokulwanyisa kyebava bakaaba mu ddoboozi ery’omwanguka, emmeeme ekankanira munda mu Mowaabu.
5 My heart crieth out for Moab; her fugitives reach unto Zoar, a heifer of three years old; for by the ascent of Luhith with weeping they go up; for in the way of Horonaim they raise up a cry of destruction.
Omutima gwange gukaabira Mowaabu; abantu be babundabunda, baddukira e Zowaali ne Yegulasuserisiya. Bambuka e Lakisi nga bwe bakaaba; bakaabira mu kkubo ery’e Kolonayimu nga boogera ku kuzikirizibwa kwabwe.
6 For the Waters of Nimrim shall be desolate; for the grass is withered away, the herbage faileth, there is no green thing.
Amazzi g’e Nimulimu gakalidde, omuddo guwotose, omuddo omugonvu, guggwaawo, tewali kintu kimera.
7 Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, shall they carry away to the brook of the willows.
Abantu basomoka akagga ak’enzingu nga badduka n’ebintu byabwe bye baafuna ne babitereka.
8 For the cry is gone round about the borders of Moab; the howling thereof unto Eglaim, and the howling thereof unto Beer-elim.
Okukaaba kwetooloodde ensalo za Mowaabu; amaloboozi gatuuse e Yegalayimu, n’ebiwoobe ne bituuka e Beererimu.
9 For the waters of Dimon are full of blood; for I will bring yet more upon Dimon, a lion upon him that escapeth of Moab, and upon the remnant of the land.
Amazzi g’e Diboni gajjudde omusaayi, naye ndyongera okuleeta ebirala ku Diboni; empologoma egwe ku abo abalisigalawo mu Mowaabu, ne ku abo abalisigalawo ku nsi.
