Isaiah 23
1 The burden of Tyre. Howl, you ships of Tarshish! For it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in. From the land of Kittim it is revealed to them.
Nke a bụ amụma megide Taịa: Tienụ mkpu akwa, unu ụgbọ mmiri nke Tashish nʼihi na e bibiela Taịa, ahapụla ya na-enweghị ụlọ ọbụla maọbụ ọnụ mmiri mbata. Ozi erutela ha aka site nʼobodo Saiprọs.
2 Be still, you inhabitants of the coast, you whom the merchants of Sidon that pass over the sea have replenished.
Derenụ duu, unu ndị bi nʼala ahụ osimiri gbara gburugburu. Unu ndị na-azụ ahịa na Saịdọn, ndị na-ezipụ ụgbọ mmiri na-aga nʼosimiri, kwaanụ akwa.
3 On great waters, the seed of the Shihor, the harvest of the Nile, was her revenue. She was the market of nations.
Nʼelu ọtụtụ mmiri dị ukwuu, ka mkpụrụ ọkụkụ Shihoa si bịa, owuwe ihe ubi nke Naịl bụ ihe uru ahịa Taịa, ọ ghọrọ ọma ahịa nke mba dị iche iche.
4 Be ashamed, Sidon; for the sea has spoken, the stronghold of the sea, saying, “I have not travailed, nor given birth, neither have I nourished young men, nor brought up virgins.”
Ka ihere mee gị, Saịdọn, na gị bụ ebe e wusiri ike nke osimiri, nʼihi na oke osimiri ekwuola okwu; “Ime emetụbeghị m, nke m ji amụpụta nwa; o nwebeghị mgbe m ji zụpụta ụmụ ndị ikom maọbụ ụmụ ndị inyom tozuru oke.”
5 When the report comes to Egypt, they will be in anguish at the report of Tyre.
Mgbe ozi ga-abịara ndị Ijipt, ha ga-anọ na mwute nʼihi ozi si Taịa.
6 Pass over to Tarshish! Wail, you inhabitants of the coast!
Gabiganụ ruo Tashish tisienụ mkpu akwa ike, unu ndị bi nʼala mmiri gbara gburugburu.
7 Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days, whose feet carried her far away to travel?
Nke a ọ bụ obodo ahụ ọṅụ na-ejupụta nʼime ya oge niile? Obodo ahụ dịrịla kemgbe oge gara aga? Nke a ọ bụ ihe fọdụrụ nʼobodo ahụ ndị ya na-esi nʼime ya pụọ gaa nʼebe dị anya iwu obodo ọzọ?
8 Who has planned this against Tyre, the giver of crowns, whose merchants are princes, whose traders are the honorable of the earth?
Onye zubere ihe dị otu a megide Taịa, bụ mba na-ekpube ndị ọzọ okpueze, mba nke ndị ahịa ya bụ ụmụ eze, nke ndị ọzụ ahịa ya bụ ndị a na-asọpụrụ nʼụwa?
9 The LORD of Armies has planned it, to stain the pride of all glory, to bring into contempt all the honorable of the earth.
Ọ bụ Onyenwe anyị, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile zubere ya, nʼihi iweda nʼala mpako na ịma mma ya niile, na iwetara ndị niile a na-asọpụrụ nʼụwa nlelị.
10 Pass through your land like the Nile, daughter of Tarshish. There is no restraint any more.
Gaanụ kọọ ala ubi unu dịka ha na-eme nʼakụkụ Naịl, unu ụmụada Tashish, nʼihi na unu enwekwaghị ọnụ mmiri.
11 He has stretched out his hand over the sea. He has shaken the kingdoms. The LORD has ordered the destruction of Canaan’s strongholds.
Onyenwe anyị esetipụla aka ya nʼelu osimiri mee ka alaeze ha niile maa jijiji. O nyela iwu banyere Fonisia ka e bibie ebe ya niile nke wusiri ike.
12 He said, “You shall rejoice no more, you oppressed virgin daughter of Sidon. Arise, pass over to Kittim. Even there you will have no rest.”
Ọ sịrị, “Ị gaghị aṅụrị ọṅụ ịṅụ mmanya nʼoke oriri ọzọ, gị ada Saịdọn na-amaghị nwoke, nke a na-emegbu emegbu. “Bilie, gafee garuo Saiprọs, ọ bụladị nʼebe ahụ, ị gaghị enweta ezumike.”
13 Behold, the land of the Chaldeans. This people did not exist. The Assyrians founded it for those who dwell in the wilderness. They set up their towers. They overthrew its palaces. They made it a ruin.
Lee anya nʼala ndị Kaldịa, ndị a gụpụrụla ugbu a na mmadụ! Ndị Asịrịa mere ya ka ọ bụrụ ebe obibi nye anụ ọhịa na-ebi nʼọzara. Ha wuliri ụlọ nche ha niile dị elu gburugburu tikpọọ ebe ya niile e wusiri ike, mee ha ka ha tọgbọrọ nʼefu ghọọ mkpọmkpọ ebe.
14 Howl, you ships of Tarshish, for your stronghold is laid waste!
Tienụ mkpu akwa, unu ụgbọ mmiri Tashish niile dị nʼoke osimiri, nʼihi na e mebiela ebe unu niile e wusiri ike.
15 It will come to pass in that day that Tyre will be forgotten seventy years, according to the days of one king. After the end of seventy years it will be to Tyre like in the song of the prostitute.
A gaghị echeta Taịa ọzọ, tutu iri afọ asaa agafee, nke bụ ogologo ụbọchị ndụ onye eze. Mgbe oge ahụ zuru, Taịa ga-adịkwa ka nwanyị akwụna e jiri rọọ abụ dị otu a:
16 Take a harp; go about the city, you prostitute that has been forgotten. Make sweet melody. Sing many songs, that you may be remembered.
“Welite ụbọ akwara, jegharịa nʼime obodo, gị nwanyị akwụna e chefuru echefu; kpọzie ụbọ gị nke ọma, bụọ ọtụtụ abụ, ka e si otu a mee ka ị bụrụ onye e chetara echeta.”
17 It will happen after the end of seventy years that the LORD will visit Tyre. She will return to her wages, and will play the prostitute with all the kingdoms of the world on the surface of the earth.
E, mgbe iri afọ asaa gasịrị, Onyenwe anyị ga-eleta Taịa. Ọ ga-alaghachi nʼọrụ ya dịka nwanyị akwụna, ya na alaeze niile dị nʼihu elu ụwa niile.
18 Her merchandise and her wages will be holiness to the LORD. It will not be treasured nor laid up; for her merchandise will be for those who dwell before the LORD, to eat sufficiently, and for durable clothing.
Ma uru ahịa ya niile, na ego niile ọ kpatara site nʼịzụ ahịa ka ọ ga-edo nsọ nye Onyenwe anyị. Ha agaghị edokọkwa ha nʼotu ebe izo ha, kama uru ahịa ha niile ga-adịrị ndị niile na-ebi ezi ndụ nʼihu Onyenwe anyị. Ha ga-ejikwa ego ahụ zụọ ihe oriri na uwe dị mma.
