< 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.
Pwofesi konsènan Tyr a. Rele anmwey, O bato a Tarsis yo! Paske Tyr detwi e li vin rete san kay, ni pò. Rapò a rive kote yo soti nan peyi Chypre.
2 Be silent, you inhabitants of the island! The merchants of Sidon, crossing over the sea, have filled you.
Rete san pale, O moun ki rete nan peyi kot yo; komèsan a Sidon yo k ap travèse lanmè a fin ranplase ou.
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.
Sou anpil dlo sereyal a Nil la, rekòlt a Rivyè a te mwayen lavi li. Se li ki te mache pou nasyon yo.
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.”
Rete wont, O Sidon; paske lanmè a pale, sitadèl lanmè a, di: “Mwen pa t gen doulè, ni fè pitit; mwen pa t leve jennonm, ni leve vyèj.”
5 When it has been heard in Egypt, they will be in anguish, when they hear of Tyre.
Lè rapò a rive an Égypte, y ap twouble anpil akoz rapò Tyr a.
6 Cross over the seas. Wail, you inhabitants of the island!
Janbe rive Tarsis! Rele anmwey, O moun peyi kot yo!
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.
Èske sa se gwo vil kè kontan nou an, ki te bati soti antikite yo, pye a sila ki te konn pote li jis byen lwen nan vwaj yo?
8 Who has made this plan against Tyre, which formerly was crowned, whose merchants were leaders, whose traders were illustrious on the earth?
Kilès ki te fè plan sila a kont Tyr, ki te konn bay tout kouwòn yo, komèsan a sila ki te prens yo, machann a sila ki te gen onè sou tout latè yo?
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.
SENYÈ dèzame yo te planifye sa, pou souye ògèy a tout bèlte sa a e imilye tout gran sou latè yo.
10 Cross through your land, as through a river, O daughter of the sea. You no longer have a belt.
Debòde peyi ou a tankou Rivyè Nil, O fi a Tarsis; nanpwen anyen ki pou anpeche ou ankò.
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.
Li fin lonje men l sou lanmè a, Li te fè wayòm yo tranble. SENYÈ a te pase lòd konsènan Canaan pou detwi tout fò ranfòse yo.
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.”
Li fin di: “Ou p ap leve tèt ou wo ankò, O vyèj kraze Sidon nan! Leve, travèse Chypre; menm la, ou p ap jwenn repo.”
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.
Gade byen, peyi a Kaldeyen yo—sa se pèp ki pa t egziste. Assyrie te dezigne l pou moun dezè—yo te fè leve fò syèj yo, byen wo. Yo te kraze palè li yo, yo te fè l vin yon pil mazi kraze.
14 Wail, you ships of the sea! For your strength has been devastated.
Rele anmwey, O bato a Tarsis yo, paske sitadèl ranfòse nou yo vin detwi!
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.
Alò, nan jou sa a, Tyr va vin bliye pandan swasann-dizan, tankou jou a yon sèl wa. Nan fen swasann-dizan yo, sa va vin rive Tyr tankou nan chanson a fanm pwostitiye a.
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.
Pran ap ou, mache nan vil la, O fanm pwostitiye ki fin bliye. Rale kòd li yo ak ladrès; chante anpil chan pou yo ka sonje ou.
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.
Li va vin rive nan fen swasann-dizan yo, ke SENYÈ a va vizite Tyr. Apre, li va retounen jwenn salè pwostitiye li yo e li va fè pwostitiye ak tout wayòm sou tout fas latè yo.
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.
Sa li reyalize ak salè pwostitiye a, li va mete li apa pou SENYÈ a. Li p ap mete li nan depo, ni sere l nan depo, men sa li reyalize a va devni manje ase ak vètman byen chwazi pou sila ki demere nan prezans SENYÈ yo.