1The burden of Moab: For in the night of being laid waste, Ar of Moab is destroyed; for in the night of being laid waste, Kir of Moab is destroyed!
1 Mowab boŋ sanni neeya: Daahir, cin folloŋ ra no Mowab kwaara Ar ciya kurmu, A halaci parkatak! Daahir, cin folloŋ ra no Mowab kwaara Cir ciya kurmu, A halaci parkatak!
2He is gone up to Bajith, 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.
2 Mowabancey kaaru ka koy diina windo do kaŋ go Dibon. I koy tudey boŋ sududuyaŋ nangey do, Zama ngey ma hẽ se. Mowab goono ga Nebo nda Medeba hẽeni te, Boŋ-tali go i kulu boŋ ra, I na kaabey kulu mo cabu.
3In their streets they are girded with sackcloth; on their roofs, and in their broadways, every one howleth, melted into tears.
3 Kwaarey fondey ra i ga bufu zaara haw, Garey boŋ da kwaara batamey ra mo, Boro kulu go ga hẽ ka mundi dooru.
4And Heshbon crieth, and Elealeh: their voice is heard unto Jahaz. Therefore the armed men of Moab cry out: his soul trembleth in him.
4 Hesbon go ga jinde sambu, nga nda Eleyale, Boro ga maa i jindey hala Yahaz. Woodin sabbay se no Mowab wongaarey goono ga kuuwa, Afo kulu bina goono ga jijiri a ra.
5My heart crieth out for Moab; their fugitives [have fled] unto Zoar, unto Eglath-Sheli-shijah: for by the ascent of Luhith, with weeping they go up by it; for in the way of Horonaim they raise up a cry of destruction.
5 Ay bina goono ga hẽ Mowab se. Zama a laab'izey kaŋ zuru koy Zowar, I koy Eglat Selisiya, I ga ziji Luhit gangara gaa da hẽeni. Fonda kaŋ ga koy Horonayim gaa no i goono ga halaciyaŋ hẽeni te.
6For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate; for the herbage is withered away, the grass hath failed, there is no green thing.
6 Ay goono ga hẽ zama Nimrim harey koogu, Subey suugu, itayo gaze, Hay fo tayo kulu si no mo.
7Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, do they carry away to the torrent of the willows.
7 Woodin se no fari albarka kaŋ cindi, Da haŋ kaŋ i daŋ barma, I g'i sambu ka Abarim gooro daŋandi nd'ey.
8For the cry goeth round about the borders of Moab; the howling thereof unto Eglaim, and the howling thereof unto Beer-elim.
8 Zama barayyaŋ ga windi ka gana Mowab hirro me, A kuuwa ga koy hala Eglayim, hala baa Beyer-Elim.
9For the waters of Dimon are full of blood, for I will lay yet more upon Dimon: a lion upon them that are escaped of Moab, and upon that which remaineth of the land.
9 Zama Dimon harey to da boro kuri, Daahir, ay ga kande masiiba ka tonton Dimon boŋ. Ay ga kande muusu beeri borey kaŋ yaŋ yana Mowab ra din gaa, Ngey nda laabo boro cindey gaa.