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.
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, you inhabitants of the island, Trader of Sidon, passing the sea, they filled you.
Bino bavandi ya esanga, bino bato ya mombongo ya Sidoni, oyo nzela ya ebale ekomisa bazwi, bovanda nye!
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.
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 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.”
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 they are pained [at] the report of Egypt, So [at] the report of Tyre.
Tango maloba yango ekokoma na Ejipito, bakolenga na somo wana bakoyoka sango ya Tiri.
6 Pass over to Tarshish, howl, you inhabitants of the island,
Bokatisa na ngambo ya Tarsisi, bolela makasi, bino bavandi ya esanga.
7 Is this your exulting one? Her antiquity [is] from the days of old, Her own feet carry her far 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 has counseled this against Tyre, The crowning one, whose traders [are] princes, Her merchants—the honored of 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 YHWH of Hosts has counseled it, To defile the excellence of all beauty, To make light all the honored of 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 your land as a brook, Daughter of Tarshish, There is no longer a girdle.
Oh Tarsisi, mboka kitoko, koma kosala bilanga ndenge basalaka pembeni ya ebale Nili, pamba te libongo ezali lisusu te.
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.
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 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.”
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 was not, Asshur founded it for desert-dwellers, They raised its watchtowers, They lifted up her palaces—He has appointed her for a 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, you ships of Tarshish, For your strength has been destroyed.
Bolela, bino bamasuwa ya Tarsisi! Pamba te ndako na bino, oyo batonga makasi ebukani.
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.
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 around the city, O forgotten harlot, play well, Multiply song that you may 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 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.
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 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!
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.
