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.
Ma e wach mokor kuom Turo: Ywaguru, yaye yiedhi mag Tarshish! Nimar Turo osekethi, kendo oweye maonge ot kata dho wath! Wach osechoponegi koa e piny Saipras.
2 Be silent, O dwellers of the coastland, you merchants of Sidon, whose traders have crossed the sea.
Lingʼuru thi un joma odak e chula, kendo un jo-ohala madongo man Sidon, un ma jokwangʼ ji osemiyo umewo.
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.
Nam maduongʼ ema cham mag Shihor ngʼado, mwandu mokaa kowuok Nael ema osebedo girkeni mar Turo, kendo osebedo kar ohala mar ogendini.
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.”
Ininwangʼ wichkuot, yaye Sidon, yaye in, ma in ohinga mar nam, nimar nam osewuoyo niya, “Ok asewinjo rem mar muoch bende pok anywol, ok asepidho yawuowi kata nyiri pok abedogo.”
5 When the report reaches Egypt, they will writhe in agony over the news of Tyre.
Jo-Misri nobed gi kuyo ka wach nochopnegi koa Turo.
6 Cross over to Tarshish; wail, O inhabitants of the coastland!
Ngʼaduru udhi Tarshish denguru, un joma odak e chula.
7 Is this your jubilant city, whose origin is from antiquity, whose feet have taken her to settle far away?
Bende ma e dalau maduongʼ machon mane opongʼ gi mor kod ilo masani koro oke e pinje man kuonde maboyo.
8 Who planned this against Tyre, the bestower of crowns, whose traders are princes, whose merchants are renowned on the earth?
En ngʼa mosechano kelo masirani kuom Turo, wuon loch, ma jo-ohala mage ogen, ma bende jongʼiewo mage ongʼere e piny duto?
9 The LORD of Hosts planned it, to defile all its glorious beauty, to disgrace all the renowned of the earth.
Jehova Nyasaye Maratego osechano tieko sunga duto mar joma nigi duongʼ kendo obiro kuodo wi ji duto moluor ahinya e piny.
10 Cultivate your land like the Nile, O Daughter of Tarshish; there is no longer a harbor.
Pururu lowo manie bath aora Nael, yaye Nyar Tarshish, nikech koro uonge gi dho wath.
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.
Jehova Nyasaye oserieyo bade e nam kendo osemiyo pinyruodhi tetni, bende osegolo chik ne Foenikia mondo otiek gik ma gineno kuomgi.
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.”
Nowacho niya, “Ok unuchak ubed gi mor kod ilo, yaye Nyar Sidon Mangili ma osekethi! “Kata bed mana ni ungʼado nam ma udhi Saipras to kuno bende ok unuyudie yweyo.”
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.
Neuru piny jo-Babulon, jogi makoro ikwano ka nono! Jo-Asuria osemiyo odongʼ kar le mag thim; kendo negigero kargi mar ngʼicho motingʼore gi malo, ka gilworo dala bende negimuko ohingane duto mi giweye gunda.
14 Wail, O ships of Tarshish, for your harbor has been destroyed!
Denguru un yiedhi moa Tarshish, nikech karu mochiel motegno osemuki!
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:
E kindeno wich nowil gi Turo kuom higni piero abiriyo, marom kod ngima mar ruoth achiel, to giko mar higni piero abiriyogi, nobed ne Turo mana kaka wend nyako mochot mawero niya:
16 “Take up your harp, stroll through the city, O forgotten harlot. Make sweet melody, sing many a song, so you will be remembered.”
“Kaw thumi ilworgo dala maduongʼ, yaye nyako ma jachode makoro wich osewilgo, go thumino mamit, wer wende mangʼeny mondo kanyalore to opari.”
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.
To bangʼ higni piero abiriyo Jehova Nyasaye biro kecho Turo mirese. To bangʼe nodogi e tije machon mar chode kendo notim timbene machon mag chode gi pinjeruodhi duto mag piny ngima.
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.
To koro ohala moyudo kod chudo kuom tije noket tenge ne Jehova Nyasaye; ok nokan-gi kata kungogi ne en owuon. Ohala moyudo biro dhiyone jogo matiyone Jehova Nyasaye mondo ongʼiewgo chiemo mangʼeny kod lewni mabeyo.
