Isaiah 23
1 The Burden of Tyre. Howl, you ships of Tarshish, For it has been destroyed, Without house, without entrance, From the land of Chittim it was revealed to them.
Ma e wach mokor kuom Turo: Ywaguru, yaye yiedhi mag Tarshish! Nimar Turo osekethi, kendo oweye maonge ot kata dho wath! Wach osechoponegi koa e piny Saipras.
2 Be silent, you inhabitants of the island, Trader of Sidon, passing the sea, they filled you.
Lingʼuru thi un joma odak e chula, kendo un jo-ohala madongo man Sidon, un ma jokwangʼ ji osemiyo umewo.
3 And the seed of Sihor [is] in many waters, Her increase [is] the harvest of the brook, And she is a market of nations.
Nam maduongʼ ema cham mag Shihor ngʼado, mwandu mokaa kowuok Nael ema osebedo girkeni mar Turo, kendo osebedo kar ohala mar ogendini.
4 Be ashamed, O Sidon; for the sea spoke, The strength of the sea, saying, “I have not been pained, nor have I brought forth, Nor have I nourished young men, [nor] brought up virgins.”
Ininwangʼ wichkuot, yaye Sidon, yaye in, ma in ohinga mar nam, nimar nam osewuoyo niya, “Ok asewinjo rem mar muoch bende pok anywol, ok asepidho yawuowi kata nyiri pok abedogo.”
5 As they are pained [at] the report of Egypt, So [at] the report of Tyre.
Jo-Misri nobed gi kuyo ka wach nochopnegi koa Turo.
6 Pass over to Tarshish, howl, you inhabitants of the island,
Ngʼaduru udhi Tarshish denguru, un joma odak e chula.
7 Is this your exulting one? Her antiquity [is] from the days of old, Her own feet carry her far off to sojourn.
Bende ma e dalau maduongʼ machon mane opongʼ gi mor kod ilo masani koro oke e pinje man kuonde maboyo.
8 Who has counseled this against Tyre, The crowning one, whose traders [are] princes, Her merchants—the honored of earth?
En ngʼa mosechano kelo masirani kuom Turo, wuon loch, ma jo-ohala mage ogen, ma bende jongʼiewo mage ongʼere e piny duto?
9 YHWH of Hosts has counseled it, To defile the excellence of all beauty, To make light all the honored of earth.
Jehova Nyasaye Maratego osechano tieko sunga duto mar joma nigi duongʼ kendo obiro kuodo wi ji duto moluor ahinya e piny.
10 Pass through your land as a brook, Daughter of Tarshish, There is no longer a girdle.
Pururu lowo manie bath aora Nael, yaye Nyar Tarshish, nikech koro uonge gi dho wath.
11 He has stretched out His hand over the sea, He has caused kingdoms to tremble, YHWH has charged concerning the merchant one, To destroy her strong places.
Jehova Nyasaye oserieyo bade e nam kendo osemiyo pinyruodhi tetni, bende osegolo chik ne Foenikia mondo otiek gik ma gineno kuomgi.
12 And He says, “You do not add to exult anymore, O oppressed one, virgin daughter of Sidon, To Chittim arise, pass over, Even there—there is no rest for you.”
Nowacho niya, “Ok unuchak ubed gi mor kod ilo, yaye Nyar Sidon Mangili ma osekethi! “Kata bed mana ni ungʼado nam ma udhi Saipras to kuno bende ok unuyudie yweyo.”
13 Behold, the land of the Chaldeans—this people was not, Asshur founded it for desert-dwellers, They raised its watchtowers, They lifted up her palaces—He has appointed her for a ruin!
Neuru piny jo-Babulon, jogi makoro ikwano ka nono! Jo-Asuria osemiyo odongʼ kar le mag thim; kendo negigero kargi mar ngʼicho motingʼore gi malo, ka gilworo dala bende negimuko ohingane duto mi giweye gunda.
14 Howl, you ships of Tarshish, For your strength has been destroyed.
Denguru un yiedhi moa Tarshish, nikech karu mochiel motegno osemuki!
15 And it has come to pass in that day, That Tyre is forgotten seventy years, According to the days of one king. At the end of seventy years there is to Tyre as the song of the harlot.
E kindeno wich nowil gi Turo kuom higni piero abiriyo, marom kod ngima mar ruoth achiel, to giko mar higni piero abiriyogi, nobed ne Turo mana kaka wend nyako mochot mawero niya:
16 Take a harp, go around the city, O forgotten harlot, play well, Multiply song that you may be remembered.
“Kaw thumi ilworgo dala maduongʼ, yaye nyako ma jachode makoro wich osewilgo, go thumino mamit, wer wende mangʼeny mondo kanyalore to opari.”
17 And it has come to pass, At the end of seventy years YHWH inspects Tyre, And she has returned to her wage, And she committed fornication With all kingdoms of the earth on the face of the ground.
To bangʼ higni piero abiriyo Jehova Nyasaye biro kecho Turo mirese. To bangʼe nodogi e tije machon mar chode kendo notim timbene machon mag chode gi pinjeruodhi duto mag piny ngima.
18 And her merchandise and her wage have been holy to YHWH, Not treasured up nor stored, For her merchandise is to those sitting before YHWH, To eat to satiety, and for a lasting covering!
To koro ohala moyudo kod chudo kuom tije noket tenge ne Jehova Nyasaye; ok nokan-gi kata kungogi ne en owuon. Ohala moyudo biro dhiyone jogo matiyone Jehova Nyasaye mondo ongʼiewgo chiemo mangʼeny kod lewni mabeyo.
