Isaia 15
1 Faminaniana ny amin’ ny loza hanjo an’ i Moaba. Fa tamin’ ny indray alina no nandravana an’ i Ara-moaba, ka fongotra izy; Fa tamin’ ny indray alina no nandravana an’ i Kira-moaba, ka fongotra izy;
The burden of Moab. Because in a night Ar of Moab was destroyed—It has been cut off, Because in a night Kir of Moab was destroyed—It has been cut off.
2 Miakatra ho ao amin’ ny tempoly sy ho ao Dibona ny olona, dia ao amin’ ny fitoerana avo, mba hitomany; any Nebo sy Medeba no idradradradran’ i Moaba; Mibory ny loha rehetra; Voaharatra ny somotra rehetra.
He has gone up to Bajith and Dibon, The high places—to weep, Moab howls on Nebo and on Medeba, Baldness [is] on all its heads, every beard cut off.
3 Eny an-dalambe dia misikìna lamba fisaonana izy; eny an-tampon-tranony sy eny an-kalalahana dia midradradradra avokoa izy, eny, mijohy ny ranomasony.
In its out-places they girded on sackcloth, On its pinnacles, and in its broad places, Everyone howls—going down with weeping.
4 Ary mitaraina Hesbona sy Elale, ka re hatrany Jahaza ny feony, ary noho izany dia miantso mafy ny miaramilan’ i Moaba, Mangovitra ny fanahiny ao anatiny.
And Heshbon and Elealeh cry, Their voice has been heard to Jahaz, Therefore the armed ones of Moab shout, His life has been grievous to him.
5 Ny foko mitaraina noho ny amin’ i Moaba; Ny mandositra avy ao dia tonga hatrany Zoara sy Egleta-selisia; fa miakatra mitomany ao amin’ ny fiakarana Lohita izy sy midradradradra amin’ ny famoizam-po eny an-dalana mankany Horonaima.
My heart [is] toward Moab, Her fugitives cry to Zoar, a heifer of the third [year], For—the ascent of Luhith—He goes up in it with weeping, For in the way of Horonaim, They wake up a cry of destruction.
6 Fa Nimrima tsara rano dia tonga karankaina; maina ny ahitra, malazo ny zava-maniry, ka tsy misy zava-maitso intsony.
For the waters of Nimrim are desolations, For the hay has been withered, The tender grass has been finished, There has not been a green thing.
7 Ary amin’ izany ny harena be izay nohariny ny entany izay mbola voatahiriny dia entiny ho any am-pitan’ ny lohasahan-driaky ny hazomalahelo.
Therefore the abundance he made, and their store, They carry to the Brook of the Willows.
8 Fa ny fitarainany manodidina ny sisin’ i Moaba, re hatrany Eglaima ny fidradradradrany Eny, re hatrany Ber-elima ny fidradradradrany.
For the cry has gone around the border of Moab, Its howling [is] to Eglaim, And its howling [is] to Beer-Elim.
9 Fa ny ranon’ i Dimona dia feno rà; fa mbola hampiako ny loza manjo an’ i Dimona, dia liona handrapaka izay efa mandositra avy any Moaba, sy handany izay sisa amin’ ny tany.
For the waters of Dimon have been full of blood, For I set additions on Dimon, A lion for the escaped of Moab, And for the remnant of Adamah!
