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.
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 silent, O dwellers of the coastland, you merchants of Sidon, whose traders have crossed the sea.
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 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.
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, 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.”
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 reaches Egypt, they will writhe in agony over the news of Tyre.
Mgbe ozi ga-abịara ndị Ijipt, ha ga-anọ na mwute nʼihi ozi si Taịa.
6 Cross over to Tarshish; wail, O inhabitants of the coastland!
Gabiganụ ruo Tashish tisienụ mkpu akwa ike, unu ndị bi nʼala mmiri gbara gburugburu.
7 Is this your jubilant city, whose origin is from antiquity, whose feet have taken her to settle far away?
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 planned this against Tyre, the bestower of crowns, whose traders are princes, whose merchants are renowned on 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 Hosts planned it, to defile all its glorious beauty, to disgrace all the renowned 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 Cultivate your land like the Nile, O Daughter of Tarshish; there is no longer a harbor.
Gaanụ kọọ ala ubi unu dịka ha na-eme nʼakụkụ Naịl, unu ụmụada Tashish, nʼihi na unu enwekwaghị ọnụ mmiri.
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.
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, O oppressed Virgin Daughter of Sidon. Get up and cross over to Cyprus— even there you will find 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 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.
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 Wail, O ships of Tarshish, for your harbor has been destroyed!
Tienụ mkpu akwa, unu ụgbọ mmiri Tashish niile dị nʼoke osimiri, nʼihi na e mebiela ebe unu niile e wusiri ike.
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:
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 up your harp, stroll through the city, O forgotten harlot. Make sweet melody, sing many a song, so you will 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 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.
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 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.
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.
