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.
Ma e wach mokor kuom Turo: Ywaguru, yaye yiedhi mag Tarshish! Nimar Turo osekethi, kendo oweye maonge ot kata dho wath! Wach osechoponegi koa e piny Saipras.
2 Be dumb, ye inhabitants of the Coast, —Whom the merchants of Zidon, passing over the sea, once replenished;
Lingʼuru thi un joma odak e chula, kendo un jo-ohala madongo man Sidon, un ma jokwangʼ ji osemiyo umewo.
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.
Nam maduongʼ ema cham mag Shihor ngʼado, mwandu mokaa kowuok Nael ema osebedo girkeni mar Turo, kendo osebedo kar ohala mar ogendini.
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.
Ininwangʼ wichkuot, yaye Sidon, yaye in, ma in ohinga mar nam, nimar nam osewuoyo niya, “Ok asewinjo rem mar muoch bende pok anywol, ok asepidho yawuowi kata nyiri pok abedogo.”
5 Like the report of Egypt, They shall be in pangs at the like report of Tyre.
Jo-Misri nobed gi kuyo ka wach nochopnegi koa Turo.
6 Pass ye over to Tarshish, —Howl ye inhabitants of the Coast:
Ngʼaduru udhi Tarshish denguru, un joma odak e chula.
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.
Bende ma e dalau maduongʼ machon mane opongʼ gi mor kod ilo masani koro oke e pinje man kuonde maboyo.
8 Who hath purposed this, against Tyre, The bestower of crowns, —Whose merchants are princes, Her traders the honourable of the earth?
En ngʼa mosechano kelo masirani kuom Turo, wuon loch, ma jo-ohala mage ogen, ma bende jongʼiewo mage ongʼere e piny duto?
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.
Jehova Nyasaye Maratego osechano tieko sunga duto mar joma nigi duongʼ kendo obiro kuodo wi ji duto moluor ahinya e piny.
10 Pass through thy land as the Nile, —O daughter of Tarshish, there is no restraint any longer!
Pururu lowo manie bath aora Nael, yaye Nyar Tarshish, nikech koro uonge gi dho wath.
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.
Jehova Nyasaye oserieyo bade e nam kendo osemiyo pinyruodhi tetni, bende osegolo chik ne Foenikia mondo otiek gik ma gineno kuomgi.
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.
Nowacho niya, “Ok unuchak ubed gi mor kod ilo, yaye Nyar Sidon Mangili ma osekethi! “Kata bed mana ni ungʼado nam ma udhi Saipras to kuno bende ok unuyudie yweyo.”
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!
Neuru piny jo-Babulon, jogi makoro ikwano ka nono! Jo-Asuria osemiyo odongʼ kar le mag thim; kendo negigero kargi mar ngʼicho motingʼore gi malo, ka gilworo dala bende negimuko ohingane duto mi giweye gunda.
14 Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, —For laid waste is your fortress.
Denguru un yiedhi moa Tarshish, nikech karu mochiel motegno osemuki!
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:
E kindeno wich nowil gi Turo kuom higni piero abiriyo, marom kod ngima mar ruoth achiel, to giko mar higni piero abiriyogi, nobed ne Turo mana kaka wend nyako mochot mawero niya:
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.
“Kaw thumi ilworgo dala maduongʼ, yaye nyako ma jachode makoro wich osewilgo, go thumino mamit, wer wende mangʼeny mondo kanyalore to opari.”
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.
To bangʼ higni piero abiriyo Jehova Nyasaye biro kecho Turo mirese. To bangʼe nodogi e tije machon mar chode kendo notim timbene machon mag chode gi pinjeruodhi duto mag piny ngima.
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.
To koro ohala moyudo kod chudo kuom tije noket tenge ne Jehova Nyasaye; ok nokan-gi kata kungogi ne en owuon. Ohala moyudo biro dhiyone jogo matiyone Jehova Nyasaye mondo ongʼiewgo chiemo mangʼeny kod lewni mabeyo.
