Isaiah 23
1 The oracle on Tyre, —Howl! ye ships of Tarshish, For it is laid too waste to be a haven to enter, From the land of Cyprus, hath it been unveiled to them.
Tyre chung chang thua hitihin thuhil ahunge kap un, Aw Tarshish a um konglen cheng, ajehchu kong kaimun leh Tyre injouse aum gam tapoi! Cyprus akon'a thu kithang najah u chu adih soh kei ahi.
2 Be dumb, ye inhabitants of the Coast, —Whom the merchants of Zidon, passing over the sea, once replenished;
Thipchet nin puldou un, twikhanglen pama umho leh sidon a sumkolvei ho. Na sumkolvei miho chun twipi agal kai tao vin.
3 Yea on mighty waters, was the grain of Shihor, The harvest of the Nile, was her increase, —And so she became a mart of nations.
Twi thuh tah chunga akitol un ahi. Amaho chun chang le mim Egypt gam a konin nahin poh peh un chule Nile joi ah konin nahin poh peh uve. Vannoi in kailhang kiveina mun'a nanei u ahi.
4 Turn thou pale, O Zidon, For spoken hath the sea, the fortress of the sea saying, —I have neither been in pangs nor given birth I have neither brought up young men nor promoted virgins.
ahin tun jachat thoh in nakikoi tai, Sidon khopi, ajeh chu Tyre, twikhanglen kulpi chun aseije, “Tun chaneilou kahitai; Chanu leh chapa hojong kanei poi.”
5 Like the report of Egypt, They shall be in pangs at the like report of Tyre.
Tyre chung chang thusoh ho, Egypten ahin jah teng leh lunghem na nasatah hung umding ahi.
6 Pass ye over to Tarshish, —Howl ye inhabitants of the Coast:
Tarshish a tun thuthot nin! Kap loi loi un, gamlatah a cheng mipi ho!
7 Is this to you an exultation? Though from ancient days, is her antiquity, Yet shall her own feet carry her away, far off to dwell.
Na khopi kipana leh thanopna mun tia ana kihe chu, tua thipchetna mangthai a bou kihe a hitam? Malai na umchan thusim hi asao mong monge! Kho a cheng mi gamlatah a nasoldoh chu ngaiton.
8 Who hath purposed this, against Tyre, The bestower of crowns, —Whose merchants are princes, Her traders the honourable of the earth?
Vangsetna Tyre chunga hinlhun sah a, lenggam ho hin phutdoh mihattah chu koi ham? Amite akivei hojong leng chapate ngen ana hiuvin, a sumkolvei miho jong alen alal ngen ana hiuve.
9 Yahweh of hosts, hath purposed it, —To humble the pride of all beauty, To make of little esteem all the honourable of the earth.
Van janel Pakai chun na kiletsahna suh mang nadinga anabol ahin, leiset chunga dinmun sangtah'a umho asuhnem ding ahi.
10 Pass through thy land as the Nile, —O daughter of Tarshish, there is no restraint any longer!
Hungun, nangho Tarshish mite, Nile a tuilen bangin agamsung chu theh doh in, ajehchu Tyre in kivenna ding aneitapoi.
11 His hand, hath he stretched out over the sea, He hath shaken kingdoms, —Yahweh, hath given command against the Phoenician coast, To destroy her fortresses.
Pakai in tuipi chunga akhut ahin jah doh in, leiset lenggam jouse ahin hotlingin ahi, Phoenicia douna thu ahin seijin, akulpiu suhmang din thu ahinpei.
12 Therefore hath he said, —No more, again, do thou exult, Thou violated virgin daughter of Zidon, —To Cyprus, arise and pass over, Even there, shall one find thee no rest.
Hitin aseije, “Nakipa thanop kit tah louhel ding, O Sidon chanu, na kisugam a nahitai. Cyprus gam geijin jam jong lechun, kicholna ding namu louding ahi.”
13 Lo! the land of the Chaldeans, This is the people that was not, Assyria, founded it for the inhabitants of the desert, —They set up its siege-towers, They demolished its palaces Made it a ruin!
Babylon gam khu ven-hiche a cheng gam mite chu a umtapoi je! Assyrian ten Babylon chu nelgam a um gamsa ho apedoh taovin ahi. Bangho a um kimun, leng inpi aphelhao vin, songhal song bong ho aselom taovin ahi.
14 Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, —For laid waste is your fortress.
Ka pun, O Tarshish kong len ho, ajehchu na kongkaimun uchu akisumang tai!
15 So shall it be in that day, That Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, According to the days of a certain king: At the end of seventy years, shall it befall Tyre according to the song of the harlot:
Lengpa hinkho chu kum som sagi a saoding, Tyre chu suhmil a umding ahitai. Ahin noti chunga la kisa banga khopi chu hung uldoh kit ding ahi:
16 Take thou a lyre, Go round the city, O harlot forgotten, —Sweetly touch the strings Lengthen out the song, That thou mayest be called to mind.
Selangdah kichoi jin lang, lamlen a vahlen, suhmil a um, notinu. Na kigel doh kit din, awngei tah in nala ho chu sa in.
17 So shall it be, at the end of seventy years, That Yahweh will visit Tyre, And she will return to her hire, —Yea she will play the harlot—with all the kingdoms of the earth, upon the face of the ground.
Ahi, kum som sagi jouleh Pakai in Tyre asuh thou kit ding ahi. Ahin amasa a sangin lamdang dehlou ding ahi. Vannoi lenggam jouse adinga notinu hikit ding ahi.
18 But her merchandise and her hire, shall be hallowed unto Yahweh, It shall not be stored up, nor hoarded, —For, to them who dwell before Yahweh, shall her merchandise belong, That they may eat to satisfaction And have stately apparel.
Ahin achaina leh atong jouse Pakai kipe ding ahi. A gou ho kikhol khom louding, amavang Pakai thempuho adin anpha leh vonpha channa a anei diu ahi.
