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.
Ty nibangoeñe i Tsore: mangolalaiha ry lakam-bein-Tarsiseo; narotsake re: pok’anjomba, tsy amam-pitolia; natalili’ o boake Kitio.
2 Be silent, O dwellers of the coastland, you merchants of Sidon, whose traders have crossed the sea.
Mianjina ry mpimoneñ’ añ’olotse añe; ry natsafe’ o mpanao takina’ i Tsidone, mpitsake i riakeio.
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.
Ty tabiri’ i Sihore an-drano mieneneo, ty voka’ i Sakay ty tambe’e; ie ty ni-tsena’ o kilakila’ ndatio.
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.”
Mimeñara ry Tsidone; fa mivolañe i riakey, manao ty hoe ty haozara’ i riakey: Mboe lia’e tsy nitsongo iraho, tsy niterak’ajaja; tsy nañabey ajalahy, tsy nañotroñe somondrara.
5 When the report reaches Egypt, they will writhe in agony over the news of Tyre.
Ie pok’ e Mitsraime añe i taliliy, le hioremeñe iereo ty amy enta’ i Tsore.
6 Cross over to Tarshish; wail, O inhabitants of the coastland!
Mitsaha mb’e Tarsise mb’eo; mangoihoia ry mpimoneñ’añ’olotseo.
7 Is this your jubilant city, whose origin is from antiquity, whose feet have taken her to settle far away?
Itoy hao i rova nirebeha’ areoy, i nioreñe haehaey? i naneseañe o fandia’eo hitaveañe an-tsietoitaney?
8 Who planned this against Tyre, the bestower of crowns, whose traders are princes, whose merchants are renowned on the earth?
Ia ty nibeko i Tsore izao? i mpanolon-tsabakam-panjakay? Ie sindre ana-donake o mpandetakeo, songa niroandria’ ty tane toy o kinanga’eo?
9 The LORD of Hosts planned it, to defile all its glorious beauty, to disgrace all the renowned of the earth.
Ereñere’ Iehovà’ i Màroy izay, hanivàñe ty firengevoha’ ze hene engeñe, hamotsaha’e ze fonga onjoneñe an-tane atoy.
10 Cultivate your land like the Nile, O Daughter of Tarshish; there is no longer a harbor.
Manginahinà an-tane’o eo an-tsata’ i Sakay, ry anak’ampela’ i Tarsise! fa tsy eo ty mikalañe.
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.
Natora-kitsi’e ambone’ i riakey ty fità’e, nakopikopi’e o fifeheañeo; fa linili’ Iehovà ty amy Kanàne te ho mongoreñe o fipalira’eo.
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.”
Le hoe re: Tsy hirenge ka, ry anak’ ampela’ i Tsidone demokeo, miongaha, mitsahà mb’e Kity mb’eo; fe tsy hahazoa’o fitofañe ty añe.
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.
Hehe ty tane’ o nte-Kasdio— ondaty tsy teo amy nandahara’ i Asore aze ho amo ampatrambeioy; natroa’ iareo o rafi-panamea’ iareoo, nakorenda’ iareo o anjomba’eo; nampangoakoahe’ iereo.
14 Wail, O ships of Tarshish, for your harbor has been destroyed!
Mangolalaiha ry lakam-bei’ i Tarsiseo, fa rotsake i fiampira’oy.
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:
Ho tondroke amy andro zay te haliño fitom-polo taoñe ty Tsore, ami’ty androm-panjaka; ie peake i fitom-polo taoñe zay le hifetsake amy Tsore i sabon-karapiloy.
16 “Take up your harp, stroll through the city, O forgotten harlot. Make sweet melody, sing many a song, so you will be remembered.”
Tintino i marovaniy, mañariaria an-drova ao, ry karapilo tsy tiahy; titiho feo mamy, isabò sabo maro, hahatiahiañe azo.
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.
Aa ie peake i taoñe fitompolo rey le ho tendreke te ho tilihe’ Iehovà t’i Tsore, le himpolia’e i nanambezañe azey, hanitsike o kila fifeheañe ambone’ ty tane toy amy hakarapiloa’ey.
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.
Havalike ho miavake am’ Iehovà o kilanka’eo naho o tambe’eo; tsy hahaja, tsy hakafitse; fa ho a o mpimoneñe añatrefa’ Iehovào o tombom-baro’eo, hahaeneñañe mahakama vaho ho an-tsaroñe mañeva.
