Isaiah 23
1 The word about Tyre. Let a cry of sorrow go up, O ships of Tarshish, because your strong place is made waste; on the way back from the land of Kittim the news is given to them.
Ko te poropititanga mo Taira. Aue, e nga kaipuke o Tarahihi; kua moti hoki ia, i kore ai he whare, i kore ai he tapokoranga: no te whenua o Kitimi te whakaaturanga ki a ratou.
2 Send out a cry of grief, you men of the sea-land, traders of Zidon, who go over the sea, whose representatives are on great waters;
Whakarongoa, e nga tangata o te motu; kua ki na koe i ta nga kaihokohoko o Hairona e rere nei i te moana.
3 Who get in the seed of Shihor, whose wealth is the trade of the nations.
Kei nga wai nui, kei nga purapura o Hihoro, kei te tapahanga witi o te Naera, ona hua; ko ia ano te kaihokohoko ki nga iwi.
4 Be shamed, O Zidon: for the sea, the strong place of the sea has said, I have not been with child, or given birth; I have not taken care of young men, or kept watch over the growth of virgins.
Kia whakama koe, e Hairona, kua korero hoki te moana, te pa kaha o te moana kua mea, Kahore oku mamae hapu, kahore hoki ahau i whanau, kahore i atawhai tamariki, kahore i whakatupu kotiro.
5 When the news comes to Egypt they will be bitterly pained at the fate of Tyre.
Ka tae te rongo ki Ihipa, ka tino mamae ratou, ki te rongo o Taira.
6 Go over to Tarshish; give cries of sorrow, O men of the sea-land.
Whakawhiti atu ki Tarahihi; aue, e nga tangata o te motu.
7 Is this the town which was full of joy, whose start goes back to times long past, whose wanderings took her into far-off countries?
Ko to koutou pa koa ianei tenei, ko tona tawhito nei no nga ra ano onamata? na ona waewae hoki ia i kawe ki tawhiti noho ai.
8 By whom was this purposed against Tyre, the crowning town, whose traders are chiefs, whose business men are honoured in the land?
Na wai i whakatakoto tenei whakaaro mo Taira, mo te pa whakakarauna, he rangatira nei ona kaihokohoko; ko ona kaiwhakawhitiwhiti taonga, ko nga metararahi o te whenua?
9 It was the purpose of the Lord of armies to put pride to shame, to make sport of the glory of those who are honoured in the earth.
Na Ihowa o nga mano i whakatakoto, hei whakapoke i te whakapehapeha o nga mea ataahua katoa, hei mea kia whakahaweatia nga metararahi o te whenua.
10 Let your land be worked with the plough, O daughter of Tarshish; there is no longer any harbour.
Tika atu na waenganui i tou whenua, ano ko te Naera, e te tamahine a Tarahihi: kua kore he whitiki mou a mua ake.
11 His hand is stretched out over the sea, the kingdoms are shaking: the Lord has given orders about Canaan, to make waste its strong places.
Kua totoro tona ringa ki runga ki te moana, whakangaueuetia ana e ia nga rangatiratanga. Na Ihowa te whakahau mo Kanaana, kia ngaro ona pa kaha.
12 And he said, There is no more joy for you, O crushed virgin daughter of Zidon: up! go over to Kittim; even there you will have no rest.
I mea ano ia, Kati rawa tou koa, e te wahine e tukinotia nei, e te tamahine a Hairona: whakatika, whakawhiti atu ki Kitimi; ahakoa i reira kahore he okiokinga mou.
Nana, te whenua o nga Karari, kua kahore tena iwi; kua whakaritea a reira e nga Ahiriana mo nga kirehe o te koraha: na ratou i whakaara a ratou pourewa, kua horo i a ratou ona whare kingi; kua meinga e ia hei ururua.
14 Let a cry of sorrow go up, O ships of Tarshish: because your strong place is made waste.
Aue, e nga kaipuke o Tarahihi: kua kore hoki to koutou pa kaha.
15 And it will be in that day that Tyre will go out of mind for seventy years, that is, the days of one king: after the end of seventy years it will be for Tyre as in the song of the loose woman.
I taua ra ka warewaretia a Taira, e whitu tekau tau, ko nga ra hoki o te kingi kotahi: i te mutunga o nga tau e whitu tekau ka rite ta Taira ki te waiata a te wahine kairau.
16 Take an instrument of music, go about the town, O loose woman who has gone out from the memory of man; make sweet melody with songs, so that you may come back to men's minds.
E mau ki te hapa, taiawhiotia te pa, e te wahine kairau i warewaretia nei; kia pai te waiata, kia maha nga waiata, kia maharatia ai koe.
17 And it will be after the end of seventy years, that the Lord will have mercy on Tyre, and she will go back to her trade, acting as a loose woman with all the kingdoms of the world on the face of the earth.
Na i te mutunga o nga tau e whitu tekau ka tirohia a Taira e Ihowa, a ka hoki ia ki tana utu, ka kairau ano ki nga kingitanga katoa o te whenua i runga i te mata o te oneone.
18 And her goods and her trade will be holy to the Lord: they will not be kept back or stored up; for her produce will be for those living in the Lord's land, to give them food for their needs, and fair clothing.
Na, ko ana mea hokohoko, me ona utu, he tapu ki a Ihowa: e kore e whaowhina ki te toa, e kore ano e rongoatia; engari ma te hunga e noho ana i te aroaro o Ihowa ana mea hokohoko, a ka makona ratou i te kai, ka roa ano te mau o te kakahu.
