Isaiah 16
1 Send lambs as tribute to the ruler of the land, from Sela through the desert, to the mountain of the daughter of Zion.
Ahitrifo mb’amy mpanjaka’ i taney o vik’añondry boak’ an-tseram- bato miatreke i fatrambeiio, mb’am-bohin’ anak’ampela’ i Tsione mb’eo.
2 The Moabite women at the fords of the Arnon are like birds fluttering around when their nest is destroyed.
Ie amy zao manahake ty voroñe naronje boak’ an-traño’ iareo ao, o anak’ ampela’ i Moabe amy fitsaha’ i Arnoneio.
3 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.
Atorò, tampaho ty heve’o; manalinjò hoe te haleñe an-tsingilingilin’andro; aetaho o naitoañeo; ko aboake ty mipalitse.
4 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.
Adono hañialo ama’o ao ry Moabe o naitoañe amako, ehe ampitsoloho ami’ty tarehe’ i mpamaokey. Fa añe ty mpisenge hery, nijihetse i fikopahañey, le finaoke amy taney o mpamorekekeo.
5 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.
Haoreñe am-pikokoa-migahiñe ty fiambesatse, le hiambesatse ama’e ty mpizaka an-kavantaña’e, an-kivoho’ i Davide ao, ie ty hipay ty hatò vaho halisa amy fahiti’ey.
6 We know all about the pride of the Moabites, how terribly vain and conceited they are, completely arrogant! But their boasting is false.
Fa jinanji’ay ty firengevoha’ i Moabe; ie loho miebotsebotse, ty amy fitoabora’e naho ty hakavokavo’e, ty harobodroboha’e, vaho ty fisengea’e kafoake.
7 All the Moabites grieve for Moab. They all mourn the loss of the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth, all of them destroyed.
Aa le hangololoike ho a i Moabe t’i Moabe, songa hangoihoy; ho a ty mofo-mami’ i Kir-karesete ty hiroveta’ areo, tsipike ty anahelo.
8 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.
Miforejeje o tonda’ i Kesboneo, naho ty vahe’ i Sibmà, fa pinekapeka’ o roandria’ o kilakila’ ndatioo o hatae fanjàka’eo; o nahatakatse Iazare añeo, nikariokarioke an-dratraratra ao; le nandrevake o tsampa’eo, nitsake i riakey.
9 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.
Aa le hindre hirovetse ami’ty firoveta’ Iazare iraho ty amy vahe’ i Sibmày; ho tondrahako ranomaso irehe ry Kesbone, naho i Eleale; ty amy havokaran’asara’oy naho ty fitataha’o, fa inay ty koike aly.
10 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.
Fa tinavañe amy tonda-kobokaray ty hafaleañe naho ty rebeke; tsy aman-tsabo o tondam-baheo, tsy amam-pazake; tsy eo ty handialia divay amo fipiritañeo; fa nampitsiñeko ty koikoi’ iareo.
11 Heartbroken I cry for Moab like sad music on a harp; deep inside I weep for Kir-hareseth.
Aa le hanoiñe hoe marovany amy Moabe ty troko, naho ho a i Kir-karesete o añ’ovakoo.
12 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.
Le ho tondroke te, ho oniñe midazidazitse ankaboa’ey t’i Moabe, ie mizilike amo navahe’eo hihalaly, f’ie tsy haharongatse.
13 This is the message that the Lord has already delivered about Moab.
Izay ty nibekoe’ Iehovà haehae i Moabe.
14 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.
Hoe ka t’Iehovà henaneo: Tsy hahamodo telo taoñe, ami’ty fañiahan’androm-pikarama, le ho sirikaeñe ty enge’ i Moabe naho i valobohò’ey; le ho potrapotra’e avao ty ho sisa vaho tsy hanjofake.
