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.
Men yon mesaj pou lavil Tir: -Nou menm maren ki sou batiman Tasis yo, nou mèt plenn sò nou! Lavil Tasis fini. Pa gen kay ankò, pa gen pò! Yo t'ap tounen soti peyi Kitim lè yo pran nouvèl la.
2 Be silent, you inhabitants of the island, Trader of Sidon, passing the sea, they filled you.
Nou menm kòmèsan Sidon yo, moun lakòt, nou pral rete men nan bouch. Nou te voye moun lòt bò lanmè
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.
achte ble yo rekòlte bò larivyè Nil nan peyi Lejip la, apre sa pou nou mache vann li avèk gwo benefis. Nou t'ap fè kòmès ak tout peyi.
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.”
Lavil Sidon, ou menm ki te yon si bon pò, yo pral fè ou wont! Lanmè a pale, li di konsa: Mwen pa janm gen pitit, mwen pa janm fè pitit. Mwen pa janm gen pitit gason pou m' elve, ni pitit fi pou m' bay levasyon.
5 As they are pained [at] the report of Egypt, So [at] the report of Tyre.
Lè moun Lejip yo va pran nouvèl sa ki te rive lavil Tir, yo pral tranble nan kanson yo!
6 Pass over to Tarshish, howl, you inhabitants of the island,
Nou menm moun peyi Finisi, moun lakòt, travèse lòt bò lanmè. Al nan peyi Tasis. Nou mèt plenn sò nou!
7 Is this your exulting one? Her antiquity [is] from the days of old, Her own feet carry her far off to sojourn.
Lavil sa a, se pa lavil kote moun te toujou ap fè fèt la? Se pa yon lavil ki la depi nan tan lontan? Se pa lavil ki te konn voye yon koloni moun pa l' yo al tabli nan peyi lòt bò lanmè pou chita pouvwa li plis?
8 Who has counseled this against Tyre, The crowning one, whose traders [are] princes, Her merchants—the honored of earth?
Se lavil Tir wa a te chita ap nonmen chèf. Tout kòmèsan li yo, se gwo chèf yo te ye. Negosyan l' yo menm, se moun yo te respekte toupatou sou latè. Kilès ki te pran desizyon fè lavil Tir la sa?
9 YHWH of Hosts has counseled it, To defile the excellence of all beauty, To make light all the honored of earth.
Se Seyè ki gen tout pouvwa a ki te pran desizyon sa a. Li fè sa pou kraze lògèy yo te genyen pou tout bèl bagay yo te fè, pou l' te ka trennen tout grannèg peyi a nan labou.
10 Pass through your land as a brook, Daughter of Tarshish, There is no longer a girdle.
Nou menm moun li yo ki nan peyi Tasis, pito nou travay tè nou tankou moun bò larivyè Nil yo. Pa gen moun pou pwoteje nou ankò.
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.
Seyè a te lonje men l' anwo lanmè a. Li te jete wa ki t'ap gouvènen yo a. Li te bay lòd pou yo detwi tout pò moun Finisi yo te gen nan peyi Kanaran.
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.”
Li di: -Nou menm, moun lavil Siyon, nou pa nan fè fèt ankò! Nou tankou yon jenn fi yo ta fè kadejak sou li. Nou mèt leve, travèse lòt bò lanmè. Al nan peyi Kitim. Menm la, yo p'ap kite nou an repo.
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!
Gade peyi Tir la! Se pa moun Lasiri yo ki te lage l' nan men bèt nan bwa yo. Se moun Babilòn yo ki te fè sa. Se yo ki te bati fò won byen wo pou sènen peyi a. Yo kraze tout fò lavil Tir yo. Yo fè yo tounen mazi.
14 Howl, you ships of Tarshish, For your strength has been destroyed.
Nou menm maren ki sou batiman Tasis yo, nou mèt plenn sò nou, paske yo detwi gwo pò nou an!
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.
Yon lè ap rive, yo pral bliye lavil Tir pandan swasanndizan, laj yon wa rive genyen anvan li mouri. Men, apre swasanndizan sa yo, lavil Tir pral tankou jennès yo pale nan chante a:
16 Take a harp, go around the city, O forgotten harlot, play well, Multiply song that you may be remembered.
Pran gita ou! Mache nan tout lavil la! Ou menm, jennès yo te bliye a! Jwe bèl mizik, chante bèl chante ou yo ankò pou yo ka chonje ou!
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.
Wi, apre swasanndizan, Seyè a va kite lavil Tir reprann menm vye kòmès li a. Lavil Tir pral lage kò l' nan fè bagay derespektan ankò, li pral nan fè dezòd ak tout chèf k'ap gouvènen toupatou sou latè.
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!
Men, y'ap pran lajan y'ap ba li a ansanm ak benefis l'ap fè nan kòmès sal li a, y'ap mete yo apa pou Seyè a. Li p'ap ka ranmase yo pou l' sere. Se moun k'ap sèvi Seyè a ki pral sèvi ak lajan sa a pou achte manje plen vant yo ak bèl rad pou mete sou yo.
