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.
Obunnabbi obukwata ku Tuulo: Mukube ebiwoobe, mmwe ebyombo by’e Talusiisi, kubanga Tuulo kizikirizibbwa ne mutasigala nnyumba newaakubadde ebyombo we biyinza okugobera. Ekigambo kyababikulirwa okuva mu nsi ya Kittimu.
2 Be silent, you inhabitants of the island, Trader of Sidon, passing the sea, they filled you.
Musirike mmwe ab’oku kizinga nammwe abasuubuzi b’e Sidoni abagaggawalidde ku nnyanja.
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.
Ku nnyanja ennene kwajjirako ensigo za Sikoli, n’ebyamakungula bya Kiyira bye byali amagoba ga Tuulo, era yafuuka akatale k’amawanga.
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.”
Okwatibwe ensonyi ggwe Sidoni naawe ggwe ekigo ky’ennyanja, kubanga ennyanja eyogedde nti: “Sirumwangako kuzaala wadde okuzaalako. Sirabiriranga baana babulenzi newaakubadde okukuza abaana aboobuwala.”
5 As they are pained [at] the report of Egypt, So [at] the report of Tyre.
Ekigambo bwe kirijja eri Misiri, balinakuwalira ebigambo ebiva e Tuulo.
6 Pass over to Tarshish, howl, you inhabitants of the island,
Muwunguke mugende e Talusiisi, mukube ebiwoobe mmwe abantu ab’oku kizinga.
7 Is this your exulting one? Her antiquity [is] from the days of old, Her own feet carry her far off to sojourn.
Kino kye kibuga kyammwe eky’amasanyu, ekibuga ekikadde, ekyagenda okusenga mu nsi eyeewala?
8 Who has counseled this against Tyre, The crowning one, whose traders [are] princes, Her merchants—the honored of earth?
Ani eyateekateeka kino okutuuka ku Tuulo, Tuulo ekitikkira engule, ekibuga ekirina abasuubuzi abalangira, ekirina abasuubuzi abamanyifu mu nsi?
9 YHWH of Hosts has counseled it, To defile the excellence of all beauty, To make light all the honored of earth.
Mukama Katonda ow’Eggye yakiteekateeka, amuggyemu amalala n’ekitiibwa kyonna, akkakkanye n’abo bonna abamanyifu ku nsi.
10 Pass through your land as a brook, Daughter of Tarshish, There is no longer a girdle.
Ne bw’otambula ku lukalu lwonna olw’omugga Kiyira, tokyalina kifo ebyombo we bituukira ggwe muwala wa Talusiisi.
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.
Mukama Katonda agolodde omukono gwe eri ennyanja, n’akankanya obwakabaka bwayo. Awadde ekiragiro ekikwata ku Kanani nti ebigo byakyo birizikirizibwa.
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.”
Yayogera nti, “Tokyaddayo kukola bya masanyu nate, ggwe muwala wa Sidoni embeerera obetenteddwa. Yambuka osomoke ogende e Kittimu, naye nayo tolifunirayo kuwummula.”
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!
Laba ensi ey’Abakaludaaya abantu abo abatakyaliwo. Omwasuli agifudde ekifo ekibeeramu ensolo ez’omu ddungu. Baayimusa eminaala gyabwe, ne bamenya ebigo byabwe, era n’abazikiriza.
14 Howl, you ships of Tarshish, For your strength has been destroyed.
Mukube ebiwoobe mmwe ebyombo by’e Talusiisi, ekigo kyo kizikiriziddwa.
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.
Mu biro ebyo Tuulo kiryerabirwa okumala emyaka nsanvu, gy’emyaka kabaka gy’awangaala. Naye oluvannyuma lw’emyaka egyo ensanvu, ekirituuka ku Tuulo kiriba ng’ekiri mu luyimba olw’omwenzi.
16 Take a harp, go around the city, O forgotten harlot, play well, Multiply song that you may be remembered.
“Kwata ennanga, otambulire mu kibuga, ggwe omwenzi eyeerabiddwa. Ennanga gikube bulungi, oyimbe ennyimba nnyingi olyoke ojjukirwe.”
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.
Oluvannyuma lw’emyaka ensanvu, Mukama alikyalira Tuulo. Aliddayo ku mulimu gwe ogw’obwamalaaya, era alibukola mu bwakabaka bwonna obuli ku nsi.
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!
Wabula amagoba ge ne byalifunamu biriyawulibwako bibe bya Mukama, tebiriterekebwa newaakubadde okukwekebwa, omuntu okubikozesa by’ayagala. Amagoba ge galigenda eri abo ababeera mu maaso ga Mukama, basobole okuba n’emmere emala, n’okuba n’ebyambalo ebirungi.
