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.
Nkɔmhyɛ a ɛfa Tiro ho: Tarsis ahyɛn, muntwa adwo! Efisɛ wɔasɛe Tiro na wɔannyaw no ofi anaa hyɛngyinabea. Wufi Kipro asase so abɛka asɛm akyerɛ wɔn.
2 Be silent, O dwellers of the coastland, you merchants of Sidon, whose traders have crossed the sea.
Monyɛ komm, mo nnipa a mowɔ supɔw no so ne mo Sidon aguadifo a po so adwumayɛfo ama mo ayɛ adefo.
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.
Nsu akɛse no so na aduan fi Sihor nam bae; Nil ho nnɔbae na ɛyɛɛ Tiro foto, na ɔbɛyɛɛ amanaman aguadibea.
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.”
Animguase nka wo, Sidon, ne wo, po so abandennen, efisɛ po akasa se, “Menkyemee da, na menwoo da; mentetew mmabarima anaa mmabea da.”
5 When the report reaches Egypt, they will writhe in agony over the news of Tyre.
Sɛ asɛm no du Misraim a, wobedi yaw wɔ nkra a efi Tiro no ho.
6 Cross over to Tarshish; wail, O inhabitants of the coastland!
Muntwa nkɔ Tarsis; muntwa adwo, mo a mowɔ supɔw no so.
7 Is this your jubilant city, whose origin is from antiquity, whose feet have taken her to settle far away?
Eyi ne mo ahosɛpɛw kuropɔn no, teteete kuropɔn no, nea wɔatu akɔtena akyirikyiri nsase so no ana?
8 Who planned this against Tyre, the bestower of crowns, whose traders are princes, whose merchants are renowned on the earth?
Hena na ɔbɔɔ atirimpɔw yi de tiaa Tiro, nea ɔkyekyɛ ahenkyɛw, nea nʼaguadifo yɛ ahenemma, na nʼadetɔnfo agye din wɔ asase so?
9 The LORD of Hosts planned it, to defile all its glorious beauty, to disgrace all the renowned of the earth.
Asafo Awurade na ɔbɔɔ ne tirimpɔw se, ɔbɛbrɛ anuonyam mu ahomaso ase na wabrɛ wɔn a wɔagye din wɔ asase yi so nyinaa ase.
10 Cultivate your land like the Nile, O Daughter of Tarshish; there is no longer a harbor.
Yɛ wʼasase so adwuma te sɛnea wɔyɛ wɔ Nil ho no Tarsis Babea, efisɛ wunni hyɛngyinabea bio.
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.
Awurade ama ne nsa so wɔ po no so ama ahenni ahorow a ɛwɔ hɔ no repopo. Wahyɛ Kanaan ho mmara se, wɔnsɛe nʼaban.
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.”
Ɔkae se, “Wʼahurisidi no nso ha ara, Sidon Babea Ɔbabun a wɔadwerɛw wo! “Sɔre, twa kɔ Kipro; hɔ mpo worennya ahotɔ.”
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.
Monhwɛ Babiloniafo asase no saa nnipa a mprempren wɔnka hwee no! Asiriafo ayɛ no baabi a nweatam so mmoa te; wosisii wɔn anotua aban bebree, wodwiriw nʼaban gui ma ɛdan nnwiriwii.
14 Wail, O ships of Tarshish, for your harbor has been destroyed!
Muntwa adwo, Tarsis ahyɛn; wɔasɛe wʼaban!
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:
Saa bere no wɔrenkae Tiro mfe aduɔson a ɛyɛ ɔhene nkwanna. Nanso mfe aduɔson akyi no, nea ɛbɛto Tiro no bɛyɛ sɛnea ɛwɔ oguamanfo no dwom mu no:
16 “Take up your harp, stroll through the city, O forgotten harlot. Make sweet melody, sing many a song, so you will be remembered.”
“Ma sankuten no so, pase fa kuropɔn no mu, oguamanfo a wɔnnkae wo; bɔ sankuten no yiye, to nnwom bebree, sɛnea wɔbɛkae wo.”
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.
Mfe aduɔson akyi, Awurade ne Tiro bedi. Ɔbɛsan akodi ne paa sɛ oguamanfo na ɔne ahenni a ɛwɔ asase so nyinaa adi gua.
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.
Nanso nea obenya ne ne mfaso nyinaa wɔde bɛto hɔ ama Awurade; wɔremmoaboa ano na wɔremfa nsie. Ne mfaso no bɛkɔ wɔn a wɔsom wɔ Awurade anim no nkyɛn, na wɔanya aduan bebree ne ntade pa.
