Isaiah 23
1 Tura kawng pongah thuih ih lok loe hae tiah oh, Aw Tarshish ih palongpuinawk, hang oh! Tura vangpui ih im loe anghmaat ai boeh, anghakhaih om ai khoek to amro boeh; Kittim prae hoiah nihcae khaeah lok to angzoh.
A message about Tyre. Howl, people on the ships of Tarshish! Tyre has been destroyed—nothing is left of the houses and the harbor. They heard the news from the people of Cyprus.
2 Tuipui salak ih prae ah kaom kaminawk hoi tuipui nuiah khosah, Sidon ih hmuenmae zaw kaminawk, anghngai o duem ah.
Stay shocked into silence, people of the coastlands, merchants of Sidon, and sailors.
3 Kalen parai tuinawk nuiah kaom Shihor ih cang hoi vapui ih thingthai qumponawk loe, Tura vangpui hanah tamut ah ni oh boeh; to pongah anih loe prae boih ih hmuenmae patunghaih ahmuen ah oh.
Egyptian grain came across the wide oceans. The Nile's harvest was what made Tyre money; she was the merchant to the nations.
4 Aw Sidon azat ah; tuipui ih thacakhaih vangpui mah, Kai loe zokpomh ai, caa doeh ka sah ai, thendoeng hoi tangla doeh ka sah ai, tiah lok a thuih boeh.
Feel the shame, Sidon! For the fortress of the sea says, “I have no children, having never been in labor or given birth. I have not brought up young men or brought up young women.”
5 Izipnawk mah Tura ih tamthang to thaih o naah, to tamthang pongah paroeai mawnh o.
When the news about Tyre reaches Egypt they will be in agony.
6 Tarshish vangpui ah caeh oh; tuipui taeng ih kaminawk, tha hoiah qah oh.
Sail across to Tarshish! Howl, people of the coastlands!
7 Hae vangpui loe canghnii hoiah oh boeh pongah maw nangcae anghoehaih vangpui ah oh? Ahmuen kangthla ah oh hanah, angmacae ih khok mah nihcae to zaeh.
Is this really your triumphant city, whose beginnings are from the distant past, who has sent out people to colonize faraway places?
8 Tura vangpui loe suilumuek vangpui ah oh, angraengnawk loe anih ih hmuenmae zaw kami ah oh o, anih hoi hmuenmae zawhhaih sah kaminawk loe long nuiah azat paek ih kami ah oh o. Tura vangpui tuk han poek kami loe mi maw?
Who planned this attack on Tyre? Tyre, who created kingdoms, whose merchants were princes, whose traders were honored around the world!
9 Amoekhaih hoi lensawkhaihnawk boih to kraksak moe, long nuiah ahmin amthang kaminawk to azathaih tongsak hanah, misatuh kaminawk ih Angraeng Sithaw mah to tiah poek.
The Lord Almighty planned it, to humble its pride in all its glory, and to bring down all who receive worldly honor.
10 Aw Tarshish canu, thacak ai boeh, nang loe vapui baktiah na prae thungah long ah.
Work your land, people of Tarshish, as they do beside the Nile, for you don't have a harbor anymore.
11 Angraeng loe tuipui nuiah ban phok moe, praenawk to tasoehsak; hmuenmae zawhhaih vangpui kawng pongah, kacak vangpui sipae to phraek hanah Angraeng mah lokpaek boeh.
The Lord held his hand out over the sea and shook kingdoms. He has condemned Phoenicia, giving the order to destroy their fortresses.
12 Anih mah, Pacaekthlaek thaih Aw Sidon canu tangla cuem, nang loe anghoehaih hoiah na om let mak ai boeh; angthawk ah loe, Kittim prae bangah caeh ah; to ah doeh anghakhaih na hnu mak ai, tiah a naa.
He said, “Don't celebrate any more, mistreated virgin daughter of Sidon. Go and sail over to Cyprus—however, even there you won't find rest.”
13 Khaldian kaminawk ih prae ho khenah, hae kaminawk loe vaihi om o ai boeh! Assyria kaminawk mah praezaek ah kaom moinawk hanah suek pae o sut boeh; nihcae mah imsang to sak pae o moe, angraeng ohhaih ahmuen hoiah vangpui doeh phraek pae o boih boeh.
Look at the country of the Babylonians, this people that are not as they used to be! The Assyrians have turned it into a place for desert animals. They set up their siege towers, they demolished the fortresses, and ruined the country.
14 Nangcae Tarshish ih palongpuinawk, hang oh! Nangcae ih kacak vangpui loe amro boeh.
Howl, people on the ships of Tarshish because your fortress is destroyed!
15 To naah Tura loe siangpahrang ukhaih adung maeto baktih toengah, saning qui sarihto thung, mi mah doeh panoek mak ai boeh; saning qui sarihto boeng pacoengah loe, takpum zaw kami baktiah Tura hanah laasak pae haih to om tih.
At that time Tyre will be forgotten for seventy years, a king's lifetime, as it were. But at the end of these seventy years, Tyre will be like the song about a prostitute,
16 Pahnawt sut ih tangzat zaw kami, katoeng to la ah loe, vangpui thungah caeh ah; minawk mah ang panoek o hanah, lok kamding katoeng kruekhaih hoiah laa to kapop ah sah ah.
“Take a lyre and walk around the city, forgotten prostitute! Play and sing so people will remember you!”
17 Saning qui sarihto boeng naah loe, Angraeng mah Tura to paqai thui tih; tangzat zaw kami baktiah anih thlai kami khaeah amlaem let ueloe, long pum ah kaom praenawk hoiah zaehaih to sah tih.
After seventy years, the Lord will restore Tyre. But then she will go back to hiring herself out as a prostitute, selling herself to all the kingdoms of the world.
18 Toe hmuenmae a zawhhaih hoi hnuk ih kamek hmuennawk boih to patung mak ai, Angraeng hanah pahoe pae tih; zok kamhah ah caak o moe, khukbuen kahoih a tawn o thai hanah, a hnuk o ih kamek hmuennawk boih to Angraeng hmaa ah kaom kaminawk hanah suem pae o tih boeh.
However, her profits and what she earns will consecrated to the Lord. They won't be kept or saved up, for her business earnings will go to those who worship the Lord, to provide them with plenty of food and good clothes.
