Isaiah 23
1 The doom of Tyre. Wail, ye ships of Tharshish; for it is laid waste, without house, without entrance: from the land of Kittim hath it been 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 silent, ye inhabitants of the coast-land: the merchants of Zidon, that pass over the sea [formerly] filled thee.
Bino bavandi ya esanga, bino bato ya mombongo ya Sidoni, oyo nzela ya ebale ekomisa bazwi, bovanda nye!
3 And on mighty waters [came] the seed of Shichor, the harvest of the stream, as her revenue; and she became the mart of 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 ashamed, O Zion; for spoken hath the sea, the stronghold of the sea, saying, I travailed not, nor brought forth children, neither did I nourish up young men, nor bring 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 As at the report concerning Egypt, so shall they tremble at the report of Tyre.
Tango maloba yango ekokoma na Ejipito, bakolenga na somo wana bakoyoka sango ya Tiri.
6 Pass ye over to Tharshish; wail, ye inhabitants of the coast-land.
Bokatisa na ngambo ya Tarsisi, bolela makasi, bino bavandi ya esanga.
7 Is this your fate, ye of the joyous [city]? she whose antiquity is of ancient days—her own 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 resolved this against Tyre, the crowning city, whose merchants are princes, whose traders are the honorable 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 The Lord hath resolved it, to dishonor the pride of all ornament, to make of light esteem all the honorable 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 Pass through thy land as a stream, O daughter of Tharshish: there is no more strength.
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 hath shaken kingdoms; the Lord hath given a command against Canaan, to subvert its strongholds.
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 he said, Thou shalt no longer rejoice any more, O thou oppressed virgin, daughter of Zidon: arise, pass over to the Kittim; also 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 which was not, Asshur founded it for the dwellers in the wilderness—they have set up their watchtowers, have overthrown its palaces, have rendered it a heap of ruins.
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 Wail, ye ships of Tharshish; your stronghold is laid waste.
Bolela, bino bamasuwa ya Tarsisi! Pamba te ndako na bino, oyo batonga makasi ebukani.
15 And it shall come to pass on that day, that Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, like the days of one king: at the end of seventy years shall it happen to Tyre as in the song of the harlot.
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 the harp, go round about the city, thou forgotten harlot; make sweet music, sing many songs, in order 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 after the end of seventy years, that the Lord will visit Tyre, and she shall return to her hire, and shall have commerce with all the kingdoms of the world upon the face of the earth.
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 gain and her hire shall be holy to the Lord: it shall not be treasured nor laid up; but for those that dwell before the Lord shall her gain be, to eat to fulness, and for magnificent 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.
