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.
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!
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.
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 clothe themselves in sackcloth. In their streets and on their housetops, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.
3 Kwaarey fondey ra i ga bufu zaara haw, Garey boŋ da kwaara batamey ra mo, Boro kulu go ga hẽ ka mundi dooru.
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.
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 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.
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 will be desolate; for the grass has withered away, the tender grass fails, 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 they will carry away the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have stored up, over the brook 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 has gone around the borders of Moab; its wailing to Eglaim, and its wailing to 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 bring yet more on Dimon, a lion on those of Moab who escape, and on the remnant 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.