イザヤ書 16

1 なんぢら荒野のセラより羔羊をシオンの女の山におくりて國の首にをさむべし

Send lambs as tribute to the ruler of the land, from Sela through the desert, to the mountain of the daughter of Zion.

2 モアブの女輩はアルノンの津にありてさまよふ鳥のごとく巣をおはれたる雛のごとくなるべし

The Moabite women at the fords of the Arnon are like birds fluttering around when their nest is destroyed.

3 相謀りて審判をおこなひ 亭午にもなんぢの蔭を夜のごとくならしめ 驅逐人をかくし 遁れきたるものを顯はすなかれ

Think about it and make a decision. Make your shadow as invisible at midday as during the night. Hide the refugees; don't betray them as they run away.

4 わが驅逐人をなんぢとともに居しめ 汝モアブの避所となりて之をそこなふ者のまへより脱れしめよ 勒索者はうせ害ふものはたえ暴虐者は地より絶れん

Let my refugees stay among you, Moab. Hide them from our enemies until the destroyer is no more, the destruction is over, and the aggressive invaders have gone.

5 ひとつの位あはれみをもて堅くたち眞實をおこなふ者そのうへに坐せん 彼ダビデの幕屋にをりて審判をなし公平をもとめて義をおこなふに速し

Then a kingdom will be set up based on trustworthy love, and on its throne will sit a faithful king from the line of David. He will judge fairly, and will be passionately committed to doing what is right.

6 われらモアブの傲慢をきけり その高ぶること甚だし われらその誇とたかぶりと忿恚とをきけり その大言はむなし

We know all about the pride of the Moabites, how terribly vain and conceited they are, completely arrogant! But their boasting is false.

7 この故にモアブはモアブの爲になきさけび民みな哭さけぶべし なんぢら必らず甚だしく心をいためてキルハレステの乾葡萄のためになげくべし

All the Moabites grieve for Moab. They all mourn the loss of the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth, all of them destroyed.

8 そはヘシボンの畑とシブマのぶだうの樹とは凋みおとろへたり その枝さきにはヤゼルにまでいたりて荒野にはびこりのびて海をわたりしが 國々のもろもろの主その美はしき枝ををりたり

Heshbon's fields have dried up, as have Sibmah's grapevines. The rulers of the nations have trampled down the vines that once branched out to Jazer and east towards the desert, and west as far as the sea.

9 この故にわれヤゼルの哭とひとしくシブマの葡萄の樹のためになかん ヘシボンよエレアレよわが涙なんぢをひたさん そは鬨聲なんぢが果物なんぢが收穫の實のうへにおちきたればなり

So I cry with Jazer for Sibmah's vines; I soak Heshbon and Elealeh with my tears. Nobody shouts in celebration over your summer fruit and your harvest any more.

10 欣喜とたのしみとは土肥たる畑より取さられ 葡萄園には謳ふことなく歡呼ばふことなく酒榨にはふみて酒をしぼるものなし 我そのよろこびたつる聲をやめしめたり

Joy and happiness are gone. Nobody celebrates in the harvest fields or the vineyards; nobody shouts happily. Nobody treads grapes in the winepresses. I have stopped their cheering.

11 このゆゑにわが心腸はモアブの故をもて琴のごとく鳴ひびき キルハレスの故をもてわが衷もまた然り

Heartbroken I cry for Moab like sad music on a harp; deep inside I weep for Kir-hareseth.

12 モアブは高處にいでて倦つかれその聖所にきたりて祈るべけれど驗あらじ

The Moabites go and wear themselves out worshiping at their high places. They go to their shrines to pray, but it does them no good.

13 こはヱホバが曩にモアブに就てかたりたまへる聖言なり

This is the message that the Lord has already delivered about Moab.

14 されど今ヱホバかたりて言たまはくモアブの榮はその大なる群衆とともに傭人の期にひとしく 三年のうちに恥かしめをうけ 遺れる者はなはだ少なくして力なからん

But now the Lord speaks again, and says, In three years, just as a contract worker precisely counts years, Moab's glory will turn into something to be laughed at. Despite there being so many Moabites now, soon there will only be a few feeble people left.