Isaiah 15
1 The burden of Moab. For in a night Ar of Moab is laid waste, [and] brought to nought; for in a night Kir of Moab is laid waste, [and] brought to nought.
Et udsagn om Moab. Ak, Ar lægges øde ved Nat, det er ude med Moab, Kir lægges øde ved Nat, det er ude med Moab.
2 He is gone up to Bayith, 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.
Dibons Datter går op på Høje for at græde, oppe på Nebo og Medeba jamrer Moab; hvert et Hoved er skaldet, alt skæg skåret af,
3 In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth: on their housetops, and in their broad places, every one howleth, weeping abundantly.
på Gader og oppe på Tage bærer de Sæk, på Torvene jamrer de alle, opløst i Gråd.
4 And Heshbon crieth out, and Elealeh; their voice is heard even unto Jahaz: therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud; his soul trembleth within him.
Hesjbon og El'ale skriger, det høres til Jahaz. Derfor skælver Moabs Lænder, dets Sjæl er i Vånde.
5 My heart crieth out for Moab; her nobles [flee] unto Zoar, to Eglath-shelishiyah: for by the ascent of Luhith with weeping they go up; for in the way of Horonaim they raise up a cry of destruction.
Hjertet skriger i Moab, man flygter til Zoar, til Eglat-Sjelisjija. Ak, grædende stiger de op ad Luthiths Skråning, undervejs til Horonajim opløfter de Jammerskrig;
6 For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate: for the grass is withered away, the tender grass faileth, there is no green thing.
Nimrims Vande bliver Ødemarker, thi Græsset visner, Grønsværet svinder, Grønt er der ikke.
7 Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, shall they carry away to the brook of the willows.
Derfor slæber de Godset, de vandt, deres hengemte Ting over Vidjebækken.
8 For the cry is gone round about the borders of Moab; the howling thereof unto Eglaim, and the howling thereof unto Beer-elim.
Ak, Nødråbet omspænder Moabs Land, dets Jamren når til Eglajim og Be'er-Elim;
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.
thi Dimons Vand er fuldt af Blod. Men jeg sender endnu mer over Dimon: en Løve over Moabs undslupne, Landets Rest.
