Isaiah 23
1 This is the burden against Tyre: Wail, O ships of Tarshish, for Tyre is laid waste, without house or harbor. Word has reached them from the land of Cyprus.
Hete lawk teh Taire hoi kâkuen e lawk doeh. Tarshish longnaw, cingou awh haw. Bangkongtetpawiteh, Taire kho teh im awm hoeh. Tuirai kâhatnae ao hoeh totouh, raphoe lah ao toe. Kittim ram hoi patuen thai lah ao.
2 Be silent, O dwellers of the coastland, you merchants of Sidon, whose traders have crossed the sea.
Tuilum dawk kaawm e naw sairasuep lah awm awh. Tuipui dawk ka cet kaawm e Sidon hno ka yawt naw, nangmouh teh na tawnta sak awh toe.
3 On the great waters came the grain of Shihor; the harvest of the Nile was the revenue of Tyre; she was the merchant of the nations.
Ka kaw poung e tui van vah, hot kho e aphawng teh, Shihor cati lah kaawm e Nai palang e a paw doeh.
4 Be ashamed, O Sidon, the stronghold of the sea, for the sea has spoken: “I have not been in labor or given birth. I have not raised young men or brought up young women.”
Oe Sidon kho, kayak haw. Bangkongtetpawiteh, tuipui rapan niyah, kai teh camo hai ka vawn hoeh, ca hai ka khe hoeh, thoundounnaw hai ka khenyawn hoeh, tanglanaw hai ka paroung hoeh telah a ti.
5 When the report reaches Egypt, they will writhe in agony over the news of Tyre.
Izip ram vah kamthang a pha toteh, Taire kho kamthang kecu dawk, ahnimouh teh puenghoi a lungpuen awh han.
6 Cross over to Tarshish; wail, O inhabitants of the coastland!
Tarshish kho lah raka awh. Tuilum dawk kaawm e taminaw, cingou awh haw.
7 Is this your jubilant city, whose origin is from antiquity, whose feet have taken her to settle far away?
Akungtuen kamtawngnae teh, ayan hoi e lah ao teh, ahlanae koe na khok ni na ceikhai teh, nangmae na lamtunae kho teh, hettelah namaw ao vaw.
8 Who planned this against Tyre, the bestower of crowns, whose traders are princes, whose merchants are renowned on the earth?
Bawilukhungnaw ouk ka poe e kho lah ao nahlangva, ahnie hno kayawtnaw teh, kahrawikungnaw lah a coung awh teh, hno kayawtnaw teh talai van oup e lah kaawm e Taire kho hoi kâtaran lah apimouh hete pouknae hah ka tâcawtkhai va.
9 The LORD of Hosts planned it, to defile all its glorious beauty, to disgrace all the renowned of the earth.
Ransahu BAWIPA niyah, bawilennae kâoupnae kaawm e pueng hah, banglah ngaihoeh nahane hoi, talai van e ouphlawpnae pueng yeiraipo sak hanelah, hottelah a noe toe.
10 Cultivate your land like the Nile, O Daughter of Tarshish; there is no longer a harbor.
Oe Tarshish kho tanglakacuemnaw, ka khoumkung ao hoeh toung dawkvah, Nai palang patetlah bout lawng lawih.
11 The LORD has stretched out His hand over the sea; He has made kingdoms tremble. He has given a command that the strongholds of Canaan be destroyed.
Bawipa ni tuipui van vah a kut a dâw teh, uknaeramnaw hah a kâhuet sak. Kanaan hoi kâkuen lah, kacakpounge rapanimnaw hah raphoe hanelah BAWIPA ni kâ a poe.
12 He said, “You shall rejoice no more, O oppressed Virgin Daughter of Sidon. Get up and cross over to Cyprus— even there you will find no rest.”
Rektap lah kaawm e tanglakacuem, Sidon canu, nang teh na lung bout hawinae awm mahoeh toe. Thaw haw. Kittim ram lah raka haw. Haw e hmuen koehai nang hanelah, kâhatnae hmuen awm mahoeh, telah a ti.
13 Look at the land of the Chaldeans — a people now of no account. The Assyrians destined it for the desert creatures; they set up their siege towers and stripped its palaces. They brought it to ruin.
Khaldeannaw e ram hah, khenhaw! Ahnimouh teh ayan vah awm awh hoeh. Assiria ni hote ram hah, ramke um e moithangnaw hanelah a tawn awh. Ahnimouh ni, rapan ramvengim a sak awh teh, hote kho rapan hah a raphoe awh teh, hote kho hah ka rawk e imrawng lah ao sak awh.
14 Wail, O ships of Tarshish, for your harbor has been destroyed!
Tarshish longnaw cingou awh haw. Bangkongtetpawiteh, nangmae ramvengimnaw teh raphoe lah ao toe.
15 At that time Tyre will be forgotten for seventy years—the span of a king’s life. But at the end of seventy years, it will happen to Tyre as in the song of the harlot:
Hatnae hnin dawkvah, Taire kho teh, siangpahrang buet touh e se patetlah kum 70 touh thung pahnim lah ao han. Kum 70 touh a baw navah, ka kâyawt e napui ni la sak e dawk e patetlah Taire kho vah ao han.
16 “Take up your harp, stroll through the city, O forgotten harlot. Make sweet melody, sing many a song, so you will be remembered.”
Oe pahnim lah kaawm e ka kâyawt e napui, ratoung hah lat nateh, kho hah lawngven haw. Nang hah hlawt na pouk awh nahanelah, ngai kaawm lah kueng nateh, la moi sak haw.
17 And at the end of seventy years, the LORD will restore Tyre. Then she will return to hire as a prostitute and sell herself to all the kingdoms on the face of the earth.
Kum 70 abaw toteh, BAWIPA teh Taire kho khet hanelah a tho han. Hote kho teh, amae aphu koe bout ban vaiteh, talaivan uknaeram puenghoi yah bout a kâyo han.
18 Yet her profits and wages will be set apart to the LORD; they will not be stored or saved, for her profit will go to those who live before the LORD, for abundant food and fine clothing.
Hatei, ahnie hnopai yonae aphunaw teh, BAWIPA han thoungnae lah ao han. Hot hah pâkuem mahoeh. Ahnie hnopai yo e teh, BAWIPA hmalah kaawmnaw hanelah teh, ka khout e rawca hoi khohna kahawi naw hah a kabawp han.
