Isaiah 23
1 The burden of Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish! for it is laid waste, so that there is no house, none entering in. From the land of Chittim it is revealed to them.
Maloba na Yawe na tina na engumba ya Tiri: Oh bamasuwa ya Tarsisi, bosala matanga! Pamba te engumba ya Tiri esili kobebisama nyonso: ezala ndako to libongo, eloko moko te etikali! Bazwaki sango oyo wuta na esanga ya Shipele.
2 Be still, ye inhabitants of the isle! The merchants of Sidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished thee.
Bino bavandi ya esanga, bino bato ya mombongo ya Sidoni, oyo nzela ya ebale ekomisa bazwi, bovanda nye!
3 And on great waters, the seed of Shihor, the harvest of the Nile, was her revenue; and she was the market of the nations.
Lifuti na ye ezalaki: ble ya Shiyori, oyo ezalaki koya na nzela ya ebale monene mpe milona oyo ezalaki kowuta pembeni ya Nili. Engumba ya Tiri ekomaki nde zando ya bikolo.
4 Be thou ashamed, Sidon, for the sea hath spoken, the strength of the sea, saying, I have not travailed nor brought forth, neither have I nourished young men [nor] brought up virgins.
Yoka soni, Sidoni, ndako batonga makasi ya ebale monene, pamba te ebale monene elobi: « Natikala koyoka pasi ya kobota te, natikala na ngai mpe kobota te, natikala na ngai kobokola bana mibali to kokolisa bana basi te. »
5 — When the report came into Egypt, they were sorely pained at the news of Tyre.
Tango maloba yango ekokoma na Ejipito, bakolenga na somo wana bakoyoka sango ya Tiri.
6 Pass over to Tarshish; howl, ye inhabitants of the coast!
Bokatisa na ngambo ya Tarsisi, bolela makasi, bino bavandi ya esanga.
7 Is this your joyous [city], whose antiquity is of ancient days? Her feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn.
Boni, oyo nde engumba na bino ya bisengo, engumba oyo ebanda kala penza mpe oyo makolo na yango ememaka yango kowumela na mikili ya mosika?
8 Who hath purposed this against Tyre, the distributor of crowns, whose merchants were princes, whose dealers were the honourable of the earth?
Nani azwaki mokano oyo mpo na kobebisa Tiri? Tiri oyo azalaki kokabola mitole, oyo bato na ye ya mombongo bazalaki komimona lokola bakonzi; mpe oyo bato na ye ya nkita bazalaki komimona lokola bato oyo baleki bato nyonso ya mokili na lokumu.
9 Jehovah of hosts hath purposed it, to profane the pride of all glory, to bring to nought all the honourable of the earth.
Yawe, Mokonzi ya mampinga, nde azwaki mokano yango mpo na kosambwisa lolendo ya nkembo nyonso mpe kokitisa kino na se bato nyonso ya lokumu, oyo bazali na mabele.
10 Overflow thy land like the Nile, daughter of Tarshish: there is no more restraint.
Oh Tarsisi, mboka kitoko, koma kosala bilanga ndenge basalaka pembeni ya ebale Nili, pamba te libongo ezali lisusu te.
11 He hath stretched out his hand over the sea, he shaketh the kingdoms. Jehovah hath given a commandment concerning Canaan, to destroy the strongholds thereof,
Yawe asembolaki loboko na Ye na ebale monene mpe alengisaki bikolo, apesaki mitindo na tina na mokili ya Fenisi ete babuka bandako na yango oyo batonga makasi;
12 and hath said, Thou shalt no more exult, [thou] oppressed virgin, daughter of Sidon: get thee up, pass over to Chittim; even there shalt thou have no rest.
alobaki: « Okosepela lisusu te, yo Sidoni, mboka kitoko, yo oyo lokumu na yo esili kobebisama lelo! Telema, katisa na ngambo ya Shipele! Ezala kuna, okozwa bopemi te. »
13 Behold the land of the Chaldeans: this people did not exist; the Assyrian founded it for the dwellers in the desert: they set up their towers, they destroyed the palaces thereof; he brought it to ruin.
Tala mokili ya bato ya Chalide, bato oyo bazalaka lisusu te! Bato ya Asiri bakomisaki yango esika ya kowumela mpo na banyama ya esobe; batongaki bandako na bango ya milayi mpo na kokengela, babukaki bandako na yango batonga makasi mpe bakomisaki yango putulu.
14 Howl, ships of Tarshish! for your fortress is laid waste.
Bolela, bino bamasuwa ya Tarsisi! Pamba te ndako na bino, oyo batonga makasi ebukani.
15 And it shall come to pass in that day, that Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, according to the days of one king. At the end of seventy years it shall be for Tyre as the harlot's song.
Na tango wana, bakobosana Tiri mibu tuku sambo kolanda molayi ya bomoi ya mokonzi moko. Kasi na suka ya mibu tuku sambo, ekosalema mpo na Tiri, makambo oyo baloba na nzembo oyo bayembelaka mwasi ya ndumba:
16 Take a harp, go about the city, thou forgotten harlot! Make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered.
« Kamata lindanda, tambola na engumba mobimba, oh mwasi ya ndumba oyo babosana; beta yango malamu, yemba banzembo ebele mpo ete bakanisa yo lisusu! »
17 And it shall come to pass at the end of seventy years, that Jehovah will visit Tyre; and she will return to her hire, and will commit fornication with all the kingdoms of the earth upon the face of the ground.
Na sima na mibu tuku sambo, Yawe akosala mpo na Tiri oyo ekozongela lifuti na yango ya mbindo; mpe ekozongela kosala kindumba elongo na bikolo nyonso ya mokili.
18 And her merchandise and her hire shall be holy to Jehovah: it shall not be treasured nor laid up; for her merchandise shall be for them that dwell before Jehovah, to eat and be sufficed, and for excellent clothing.
Kasi lifuti mpe bomengo na yango ekobulisama mpo na Yawe; bakobomba te yango kati na bibombelo. Bomengo na yango ekozala mpo na koleisa bato oyo batelemaka liboso ya Yawe mpe kolatisa bango bilamba ya kitoko.
