Isaiah 23
1 The burden of Tyre. Wail, you ships of the sea! For the house, from which they were accustomed to go forth, has been laid waste. From the land of Kittim, this has been revealed to them.
Hete lawk teh Taire hoi kâkuen e lawk doeh. Tarshish longnaw, cingou awh haw. Bangkongtetpawiteh, Taire kho teh im awm hoeh. Tuirai kâhatnae ao hoeh totouh, raphoe lah ao toe. Kittim ram hoi patuen thai lah ao.
2 Be silent, you inhabitants of the island! The merchants of Sidon, crossing over the sea, have filled you.
Tuilum dawk kaawm e naw sairasuep lah awm awh. Tuipui dawk ka cet kaawm e Sidon hno ka yawt naw, nangmouh teh na tawnta sak awh toe.
3 The offspring of the Nile is in the midst of many waters. The harvest of the river is her crop. And she has become the marketplace of the nations.
Ka kaw poung e tui van vah, hot kho e aphawng teh, Shihor cati lah kaawm e Nai palang e a paw doeh.
4 Be ashamed, O Sidon! For the sea speaks, the strength of the sea, saying: “I have not been in labor, and I have not given birth, and I have not raised young men, nor have I promoted the development of virgins.”
Oe Sidon kho, kayak haw. Bangkongtetpawiteh, tuipui rapan niyah, kai teh camo hai ka vawn hoeh, ca hai ka khe hoeh, thoundounnaw hai ka khenyawn hoeh, tanglanaw hai ka paroung hoeh telah a ti.
5 When it has been heard in Egypt, they will be in anguish, when they hear of Tyre.
Izip ram vah kamthang a pha toteh, Taire kho kamthang kecu dawk, ahnimouh teh puenghoi a lungpuen awh han.
6 Cross over the seas. Wail, you inhabitants of the island!
Tarshish kho lah raka awh. Tuilum dawk kaawm e taminaw, cingou awh haw.
7 Is this not your place, which from its earliest days has gloried in its antiquity? Her feet will lead her to a sojourn far away.
Akungtuen kamtawngnae teh, ayan hoi e lah ao teh, ahlanae koe na khok ni na ceikhai teh, nangmae na lamtunae kho teh, hettelah namaw ao vaw.
8 Who has made this plan against Tyre, which formerly was crowned, whose merchants were leaders, whose traders were illustrious on the earth?
Bawilukhungnaw ouk ka poe e kho lah ao nahlangva, ahnie hno kayawtnaw teh, kahrawikungnaw lah a coung awh teh, hno kayawtnaw teh talai van oup e lah kaawm e Taire kho hoi kâtaran lah apimouh hete pouknae hah ka tâcawtkhai va.
9 The Lord of hosts has planned this, so that he may tear down the arrogance of all glory, and may bring disgrace to all the illustrious of the earth.
Ransahu BAWIPA niyah, bawilennae kâoupnae kaawm e pueng hah, banglah ngaihoeh nahane hoi, talai van e ouphlawpnae pueng yeiraipo sak hanelah, hottelah a noe toe.
10 Cross through your land, as through a river, O daughter of the sea. You no longer have a belt.
Oe Tarshish kho tanglakacuemnaw, ka khoumkung ao hoeh toung dawkvah, Nai palang patetlah bout lawng lawih.
11 He has extended his hand over the sea. He has stirred up kingdoms. The Lord has given an order against Canaan, so that he may crush its strong.
Bawipa ni tuipui van vah a kut a dâw teh, uknaeramnaw hah a kâhuet sak. Kanaan hoi kâkuen lah, kacakpounge rapanimnaw hah raphoe hanelah BAWIPA ni kâ a poe.
12 And he said: “You shall no longer increase so as to glory, while enduring calumny, O virgin daughter of Sidon. Rise up and set sail for Kittim; in that place, too, there will be no rest for you.”
Rektap lah kaawm e tanglakacuem, Sidon canu, nang teh na lung bout hawinae awm mahoeh toe. Thaw haw. Kittim ram lah raka haw. Haw e hmuen koehai nang hanelah, kâhatnae hmuen awm mahoeh, telah a ti.
13 Behold, the land of the Chaldeans: never before was there such a people! Assur founded it. They have led away its strong ones into captivity. They have dug under its houses. They have left it in ruins.
Khaldeannaw e ram hah, khenhaw! Ahnimouh teh ayan vah awm awh hoeh. Assiria ni hote ram hah, ramke um e moithangnaw hanelah a tawn awh. Ahnimouh ni, rapan ramvengim a sak awh teh, hote kho rapan hah a raphoe awh teh, hote kho hah ka rawk e imrawng lah ao sak awh.
14 Wail, you ships of the sea! For your strength has been devastated.
Tarshish longnaw cingou awh haw. Bangkongtetpawiteh, nangmae ramvengimnaw teh raphoe lah ao toe.
15 And this shall be in that day: you, O Tyre, will be forgotten for seventy years, like the days of one king. Then, after seventy years, there will be, for Tyre, something like the canticle of a harlot.
Hatnae hnin dawkvah, Taire kho teh, siangpahrang buet touh e se patetlah kum 70 touh thung pahnim lah ao han. Kum 70 touh a baw navah, ka kâyawt e napui ni la sak e dawk e patetlah Taire kho vah ao han.
16 Take up a stringed instrument. Circulate through the city, you harlot who had been forgotten. Sing many canticles well, so that you may be remembered.
Oe pahnim lah kaawm e ka kâyawt e napui, ratoung hah lat nateh, kho hah lawngven haw. Nang hah hlawt na pouk awh nahanelah, ngai kaawm lah kueng nateh, la moi sak haw.
17 And this shall be after seventy years: the Lord will visit Tyre, and he will lead her back to her profits. And she will fornicate again with all the kingdoms of the world upon the face of the earth.
Kum 70 abaw toteh, BAWIPA teh Taire kho khet hanelah a tho han. Hote kho teh, amae aphu koe bout ban vaiteh, talaivan uknaeram puenghoi yah bout a kâyo han.
18 And her businesses and her profits will be sanctified to the Lord. They will not be locked away and they will not be stored. For her business will be for those who will live in the presence of the Lord, so that they may eat until satisfied, and may be well-clothed even into old age.
Hatei, ahnie hnopai yonae aphunaw teh, BAWIPA han thoungnae lah ao han. Hot hah pâkuem mahoeh. Ahnie hnopai yo e teh, BAWIPA hmalah kaawmnaw hanelah teh, ka khout e rawca hoi khohna kahawi naw hah a kabawp han.
