¹ Yr oracl am Moab: Y noson y dinistrir Ar, fe dderfydd am Moab; y noson y dinistrir Cir, fe dderfydd am Moab.

¹The burden of Moab: for in a night, Ar of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nothing; for in a night Kir of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nothing.

² Dringa merch Dibon i'r uchelfa i wylo; dros Nebo a thros Medeba fe uda Moab. Bydd moelni ar bob pen, a phob barf wedi ei heillio;

²They have gone up to Bayith, and to Dibon, to the high places, to weep. Moab wails over Nebo and over Medeba. Baldness is on all of their heads. Every beard is cut off.

³ gwisgir sachliain yn yr heolydd; ar bennau'r tai, ac yn sgw�r y dref, bydd pawb yn udo ac yn beichio wylo.

³In their streets, they clothe themselves in sackcloth. In their streets and on their housetops, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.

⁴ Bydd Hesbon ac Eleale yn llefain, a chlywir eu cri hyd Jahas; am hynny bydd lwynau Moab yn crynu, ac yntau yn ysgwyd drwyddo.

⁴Heshbon cries out with Elealeh. Their voice is heard even to Jahaz. Therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud. Their souls tremble within them.

⁵ Y mae fy nghalon yn llefain dros Moab. Bydd ei ffoaduriaid yn mynd mor bell � Soar, hyd Eglath�shalisheia; dringant riw Luhith dan wylo, a thorri calon ar ffordd Horonaim.

⁵My heart cries out for Moab! Her nobles flee to Zoar, to Eglath Shelishiyah; for they go up by the ascent of Luhith with weeping; for in the way of Horonaim, they raise up a cry of destruction.

⁶ Bydd dyfroedd Nimrim yn sychdir; gwywa'r llysiau, metha'r egin, diflanna'r glesni.

⁶For the waters of Nimrim will be desolate; for the grass has withered away, the tender grass fails, there is no green thing.

⁷ Am hynny cludant dros nant Arabim yr eiddo a'r enillion a gasglwyd ganddynt.

⁷Therefore they will carry away the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have stored up, over the brook of the willows.

⁸ Aeth y gri o amgylch terfynau Moab, nes bod udo yn Eglaim, ac udo yn Beer-elim.

⁸For the cry has gone around the borders of Moab; its wailing to Eglaim, and its wailing to Beer Elim.

⁹ Y mae dyfroedd Dimon yn llawn o waed, ond dygaf waeth eto ar Dimon � llew ar warthaf ffoaduriaid Moab, ac ar warthaf y gweddill yn y tir.

⁹For the waters of Dimon are full of blood; for I will bring yet more on Dimon, a lion on those of Moab who escape, and on the remnant of the land.