Isaiah 23
1 Tyre olrhuh, Tarshish sangpho te rhung laeh saeh. Im a om kolla a rhoelrhak tih Kittim kho lamloh ha pawk kolla amih taengah a phoe pah.
The oracle on Tyre, —Howl! ye ships of Tarshish, For it is laid too waste to be a haven to enter, From the land of Cyprus, hath it been unveiled to them.
2 Sanglak kah khosa rhoek te kuemsuem saeh. Tuipuei aka hlaikan Sidon thimpom loh nang n'cung sak coeng.
Be dumb, ye inhabitants of the Coast, —Whom the merchants of Zidon, passing over the sea, once replenished;
3 Shihor cangti neh sokko cangvuei kah a cangthaih tah tui len soah namtom kah a thenpom la poeh coeng.
Yea on mighty waters, was the grain of Shihor, The harvest of the Nile, was her increase, —And so she became a mart of nations.
4 Tuipuei lunghim loh tuipuei te a voek tih, “Ka vawn pawt tih ca ka cun pawh, tongpang khaw ka pantai sak pawt tih oila khaw ka poeh mai pawh,” a ti dongah Sidon te yahpok saeh.
Turn thou pale, O Zidon, For spoken hath the sea, the fortress of the sea saying, —I have neither been in pangs nor given birth I have neither brought up young men nor promoted virgins.
5 Egypt taengkah olthang vanbangla Tyre olthang long khaw a thuek uh.
Like the report of Egypt, They shall be in pangs at the like report of Tyre.
6 Tarshish la hlaikan uh laeh, sanglak kah khosa rhoek khaw rhung uh laeh.
Pass ye over to Tarshish, —Howl ye inhabitants of the Coast:
7 Hlamat kum lamloh mah hmuen la he tlam a na yalpo uh? Khohla la bakuep ham a khokan te a khuen uh.
Is this to you an exultation? Though from ancient days, is her antiquity, Yet shall her own feet carry her away, far off to dwell.
8 Tyre aka uen he unim? A thimpom aka khuem sak tih diklai aka thangpom Kanaan mangpa rhoek te ta?
Who hath purposed this, against Tyre, The bestower of crowns, —Whose merchants are princes, Her traders the honourable of the earth?
9 Hoemdamnah poeih pah ham, kirhang boeih neh diklai kah a thangpom boeih te thaephoei thil ham caempuei BOEIPA loh a taeng coeng.
Yahweh of hosts, hath purposed it, —To humble the pride of all beauty, To make of little esteem all the honourable of the earth.
10 Na khohmuen kah aka pam sokko bangla Tarshish nu kah haikang om voel pawh.
Pass through thy land as the Nile, —O daughter of Tarshish, there is no restraint any longer!
11 A kut te tuipuei soah a thueng tih ram khaw a tlai sak. A lunghim te milh sak hamla BOEIPA loh Kanaan te a uen.
His hand, hath he stretched out over the sea, He hath shaken kingdoms, —Yahweh, hath given command against the Phoenician coast, To destroy her fortresses.
12 Te vaengah, “Sidon nu, oila aka hnaemtaek loh koep sundaep voel mahpawh. Kittim, Kittim thoo lamtah hlaikan laeh oe, namah ham pataeng na duem voel moenih te,” a ti.
Therefore hath he said, —No more, again, do thou exult, Thou violated virgin daughter of Zidon, —To Cyprus, arise and pass over, Even there, shall one find thee no rest.
13 Khalden khohmuen aih ke, pilnam he khaw om noek pawh. Assyria loh kohong ham a suen pah. A rhalyuep im a pai sak uh dae a impuei neh a phae uh tih imrhong la a poeh sak.
Lo! the land of the Chaldeans, This is the people that was not, Assyria, founded it for the inhabitants of the desert, —They set up its siege-towers, They demolished its palaces Made it a ruin!
14 Na lunghim a rhoelrhak coeng dongah Tarshish sangpho rhoek aw rhung laeh.
Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, —For laid waste is your fortress.
15 Tekah khohnin ah tah Tyre aka hmaai khaw kum sawmrhih khuiah manghai pakhat kah a tue vaengkah bangla om ni. Kum sawmrhih a thok vaengah tah Tyre taengah pumyoi laa la a poeh pah ni.
So shall it be in that day, That Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, According to the days of a certain king: At the end of seventy years, shall it befall Tyre according to the song of the harlot:
16 Rhotoeng te khuen lamtah a pumyoi khopuei te hil laeh. A hnilh tangtae te tluep tluep tum pah lamtah laa khaw lum saeh. Te daengah ni na poek thai eh.
Take thou a lyre, Go round the city, O harlot forgotten, —Sweetly touch the strings Lengthen out the song, That thou mayest be called to mind.
17 Kum sawmrhih kah a bawtnah a pha vaengah BOEIPA loh Tyre te a hip ni. Te vaengah a paang te a mael pah vetih diklai hman kah diklai ram rhoek khaw boeih cukhalh uh ni.
So shall it be, at the end of seventy years, That Yahweh will visit Tyre, And she will return to her hire, —Yea she will play the harlot—with all the kingdoms of the earth, upon the face of the ground.
18 Tedae a thenpom neh a paang te BOEIPA ham a cim la om ni. Te vaengah kael pawt vetih tuung bal mahpawh. Te cakhaw BOEIPA mikhmuh kah khosa rhoek ham tah dakda then a cungnah hil a caak te a thenpomnah la om ni.
But her merchandise and her hire, shall be hallowed unto Yahweh, It shall not be stored up, nor hoarded, —For, to them who dwell before Yahweh, shall her merchandise belong, That they may eat to satisfaction And have stately apparel.
