1 Ko te poropititanga mo Moapa. He po kotahi ka ngaro a Ara o Moapa, a kore iho; he po ano hoki, ka ngaro a Kiri o Moapa, a kore iho.2 Kua riro ia ki runga ki Paiti, ki Ripono, ki nga wahi tiketike tangi ai: ka auetia e Moapa a Nepo raua ko Merepa; he mea moremore katoa o ratou mahunga, tapahi rawa nga kumikumi katoa.3 Ko o ratou whitiki i o ratou ara he kakahu taratara: ka aue ratou katoa i runga i o ratou whare, i o ratou waharoa, nui atu te tangi.4 Ka hamama hoki a Hehepona raua ko Ereare: ka rangona to ratou reo i Iahata rawa: no reira hamama ana nga mau patu o Moapa; ka wiri tona wairua i roto i a ia.5 E tangi ana toku ngakau ki a Moapa; rere ana ona rangatira ki Toara, ki Ekarata Herihia: he tangi nei hoki ta ratou i te pikitanga ki Ruhiti, i te mea e piki ana i reira; i te ara hoki ki Horonaimi ka pa ta ratou karanga o te ngaromanga.6 Ka takoto kau noa nga wai o Nimirimi: kua maroke hoki te tarutaru, kua mate te otaota, kahore he mea e tupu ana.7 Na, ko a ratou mea maha, me a ratou mea i te rongoa, ka kawea e ratou ki te awa i nga wirou.8 Kua taiawhiotia hoki nga rohe o Moapa e te karanga; kua tae tona aue ki Ekeraima, tona aue ki Peererimi.9 Kei te ki hoki nga wai o Rimono i te toto; tera atu taku e whakapa ai ki Rimona, he raiona ki nga oranga o Moapa, ki nga morehu ano o te whenua.

1 The word about Moab. For in a night Ar of Moab has become waste, and is seen no longer; for in a night Kir of Moab has become waste, and is seen no longer.2 The daughter of Dibon has gone up to the high places, weeping: Moab is sounding her cry of sorrow over Nebo, and over Medeba: everywhere the hair of the head and of the face is cut off.3 In their streets they are covering themselves with haircloth: on the tops of their houses, and in their public places, there is crying and bitter weeping.4 Heshbon is crying out, and Elealeh; their voice is sounding even to Jahaz: for this cause the heart of Moab is shaking; his soul is shaking with fear.5 My heart is crying out for Moab; her people go in flight to Zoar, and to Eglath-shelishiyah: for they go up with weeping by the slope of Luhith; on the way to Horonaim they send up a cry of destruction.6 The waters of Nimrim will become dry: for the grass is burned up, the young grass is coming to an end, every green thing is dead.7 For this cause they will take away their wealth, and the stores they have got together, over the stream of the water-plants.8 For the cry has gone round the limits of Moab; as far as to Eglaim and Beer-elim.9 For the waters of Dimon are full of blood: and I'm sending even more on Moab, a lion on those of Moab who go in flight, and on the rest of the land.