¹nekuti usiku Ari reMoabhi rakai twa dongo, rakaparadzwa; nekuti usiku Kiri reMoabhi rakaitwa dongo, rakaparadzwa.

¹The burden of Moab. Because in a night destroyed was Ar of Moab — It hath been cut off, Because in a night destroyed was Kir of Moab — It hath been cut off.

²Vakwira Bhayiti, neDhibhoni, kumatunhu akakwirira, kundochemapo; vaMoabhi vanochema pamusoro peNebho napaMedhebha; misoro yavo yose ine mhanza, ndebvu dzose dzakaveurwa.

²He hath gone up to Bajith and Dibon, The high places — to weep, On Nebo and on Medeba Moab howleth, On all its heads [is] baldness, every beard cut off.

³Panzira dzomumisha yavo vakazvisunga namakudza, pamusoro pedzimba dzavo, napamadare avo, mumwe nomumwe anowungudza achichema zvikuru.

³In its out-places they girded on sackcloth, On its pinnacles, and in its broad places, Every one howleth — going down with weeping.

⁴Heshibhoni rinodanidzira, neEreari; inzwi ravo rinonzwika kusvikira paJahazi; saka varwi vaMoabhi vanodanidzira zvikuru; mweya wavo unodedera mukati mavo.

⁴And cry doth Heshbon and Elealeh, Unto Jahaz heard hath been their voice, Therefore the armed ones of Moab do shout, His life hath been grievous to him.

⁵moyo wangu unodanidzira pamusoro paMoabhi; vakuru vavo vanotizira Zoari, neEgiratisherishiya; nekuti vanokwira mukwidzwa waRuhiti vachichema; nekuti panzira inoenda Horonaimi vanochema nokuchema kokuparadzwa.

⁵My heart [is] toward Moab, Cry do her fugitives unto Zoar, a heifer of the third [year], For — the ascent of Luhith — With weeping he goeth up in it, For, in the way of Horonaim, A cry of destruction they wake up.

⁶nekuti mvura yeNimirimi ichaparadzwa; nekuti uswa hwawoma, bumhudza rapera, hapachina chinomera chitema.

⁶For, the waters of Nimrim are desolations, For, withered hath been the hay, Finished hath been the tender grass, A green thing there hath not been.

⁷Saka zvizhinji zvavakawana, nezvavakachengeta, vachayambuka nazvo parukova rwemikonachando.

⁷Therefore the abundance he made, and their store, Unto the brook of the willows they carry.

⁸nekuti kuchema kwapotereka kunyika yose yaMoabhi; kuungudza kwake kusvikira paEgiraimi, nokuungudza kwake kusvikira paBheerierimi.

⁸For gone round hath the cry the border of Moab, Unto Eglaim [is] its howling, And to Beer-Elim [is] its howling.

⁹nekuti mvura yeDhimoni izere neropa; nekuti ndichawedzera kurova Dhimoni, ndichatuma shumba iparadze vakapukunyuka vaMoabhi, navakasara panyika.

⁹For the waters of Dimon have been full of blood, For I set on Dimon additions, For the escaped of Moab a lion, And for the remnant of Adamah!