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.
Chirevo pamusoro peTire: Ungudzai imi zvikepe zveTashishi! Nokuti Tire raparadzwa uye rasiyiwa risina imba kana pangamira zvikepe. Shoko rakasvika kwavari richibva kunyika yeSaipurasi.
2 Be silent, you inhabitants of the island, Trader of Sidon, passing the sea, they filled you.
Nyararai, imi vanhu vagere pachiwi nemi vatengesi veSidhoni, imi makapfumiswa navashambadzi vomunyanza.
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.
Pamusoro pemvura zhinji zviyo zveShihori zvakayambutswa; mukoho weNairi ndiwo waiva pfuma yeTire, uye ikazova nzvimbo yokutengesera yamarudzi.
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.”
Nyara, iwe Sidhoni, uye newe nhare yegungwa, nokuti gungwa rataura richiti, “Handina kumborwadziwa kana kubereka; handina kumborera vanakomana kana kukurisa vanasikana.”
5 As they are pained [at] the report of Egypt, So [at] the report of Tyre.
Panosvika shoko kuIjipiti, vacharwadziwa pamusoro peshoko rinobva kuTire.
6 Pass over to Tarshish, howl, you inhabitants of the island,
Yambukirai kuTashishi; ungudzai, imi vanhu vagere pachiwi.
7 Is this your exulting one? Her antiquity [is] from the days of old, Her own feet carry her far off to sojourn.
Ko, iri ndiro guta renyu ramafaro here, guta rakare kare, rakaendeswa kure kure netsoka dzaro kundogara kunyika iri kure?
8 Who has counseled this against Tyre, The crowning one, whose traders [are] princes, Her merchants—the honored of earth?
Ndianiko akarongera Tire izvozvi, iro raipa korona, vatengesi varo vari machinda, vashambadziri varo vane mukurumbira munyika?
9 YHWH of Hosts has counseled it, To defile the excellence of all beauty, To make light all the honored of earth.
Jehovha Wamasimba Ose akaronga izvozvo, kuti adzikise kuzvikudza kwekukudzwa kwose, uye kuti aninipise vose vane mukurumbira panyika.
10 Pass through your land as a brook, Daughter of Tarshish, There is no longer a girdle.
Rima nyika yako sezvinoitwa mujinga meNairi, iwe mwanasikana weTashishi, nokuti hauchina panomira zvikepe.
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.
Jehovha akatambanudza ruoko rwake pamusoro pegungwa, uye akaita kuti ushe hwaro hudedere. Akarayira pamusoro peKenani, kuti nhare dzayo dziparadzwe.
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.”
Akati, “Mafaro ako haachazovapozve, iwe mhandara yeSidhoni, yaparadzwa! “Simuka uyambukire kuSaipurasi; Kunyange naikoko haundowani zororo.”
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!
Tarira nyika yavaBhabhironi, rudzi urwo haruchaverengwi zvino! VaAsiria vakaiita nzvimbo yemhuka dzerenje; vakamisa shongwe dzavo dzokurwa, vakakoromora nhare dzaro dzikava pasina, uye vakarishandura rikava dongo.
14 Howl, you ships of Tarshish, For your strength has been destroyed.
Ungudzai, imi zvikepe zveTashishi; nhare yenyu yaparadzwa!
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.
Panguva iyoyo Tire ichakanganwikwa kwamakore makumi manomwe, zvakaenzana namakore oupenyu hwamambo. Asi shure kwamakore makumi manomwe aya, Tire richaitirwa sezvinoimbwa rwiyo rwechifeve runoti:
16 Take a harp, go around the city, O forgotten harlot, play well, Multiply song that you may be remembered.
“Tora rudimbwa, ufambe nomuguta, iwe chifeve chakakanganikwa; ridza rudimbwa zvakanaka, imba nziyo zhinji, kuitira kuti ugorangarirwa.”
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.
Panopera makore makumi manomwe, Jehovha achashanyira Tire. Richadzokerazve kubasa raro sechifeve rigofeva noushe hwose huri pamusoro penyika.
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!
Asi zvarakashambadzira uye nomubayiro waro zvichatsaurirwa Jehovha; hazvingachengetwi kana kuvigwa. Zvarakashambadzira zvichaendeswa kuna avo vanogara pamberi paJehovha, kuti vave nezvokudya zvakawanda nenhumbi dzakanaka.
