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.
Pwofesi konsènan Tyr a. Rele anmwey, O bato a Tarsis yo! Paske Tyr detwi e li vin rete san kay, ni pò. Rapò a rive kote yo soti nan peyi Chypre.
2 Be dumb, ye inhabitants of the Coast, —Whom the merchants of Zidon, passing over the sea, once replenished;
Rete san pale, O moun ki rete nan peyi kot yo; komèsan a Sidon yo k ap travèse lanmè a fin ranplase ou.
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.
Sou anpil dlo sereyal a Nil la, rekòlt a Rivyè a te mwayen lavi li. Se li ki te mache pou nasyon yo.
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.
Rete wont, O Sidon; paske lanmè a pale, sitadèl lanmè a, di: “Mwen pa t gen doulè, ni fè pitit; mwen pa t leve jennonm, ni leve vyèj.”
5 Like the report of Egypt, They shall be in pangs at the like report of Tyre.
Lè rapò a rive an Égypte, y ap twouble anpil akoz rapò Tyr a.
6 Pass ye over to Tarshish, —Howl ye inhabitants of the Coast:
Janbe rive Tarsis! Rele anmwey, O moun peyi kot yo!
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.
Èske sa se gwo vil kè kontan nou an, ki te bati soti antikite yo, pye a sila ki te konn pote li jis byen lwen nan vwaj yo?
8 Who hath purposed this, against Tyre, The bestower of crowns, —Whose merchants are princes, Her traders the honourable of the earth?
Kilès ki te fè plan sila a kont Tyr, ki te konn bay tout kouwòn yo, komèsan a sila ki te prens yo, machann a sila ki te gen onè sou tout latè yo?
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.
SENYÈ dèzame yo te planifye sa, pou souye ògèy a tout bèlte sa a e imilye tout gran sou latè yo.
10 Pass through thy land as the Nile, —O daughter of Tarshish, there is no restraint any longer!
Debòde peyi ou a tankou Rivyè Nil, O fi a Tarsis; nanpwen anyen ki pou anpeche ou ankò.
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.
Li fin lonje men l sou lanmè a, Li te fè wayòm yo tranble. SENYÈ a te pase lòd konsènan Canaan pou detwi tout fò ranfòse yo.
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.
Li fin di: “Ou p ap leve tèt ou wo ankò, O vyèj kraze Sidon nan! Leve, travèse Chypre; menm la, ou p ap jwenn repo.”
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!
Gade byen, peyi a Kaldeyen yo—sa se pèp ki pa t egziste. Assyrie te dezigne l pou moun dezè—yo te fè leve fò syèj yo, byen wo. Yo te kraze palè li yo, yo te fè l vin yon pil mazi kraze.
14 Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, —For laid waste is your fortress.
Rele anmwey, O bato a Tarsis yo, paske sitadèl ranfòse nou yo vin detwi!
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:
Alò, nan jou sa a, Tyr va vin bliye pandan swasann-dizan, tankou jou a yon sèl wa. Nan fen swasann-dizan yo, sa va vin rive Tyr tankou nan chanson a fanm pwostitiye a.
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.
Pran ap ou, mache nan vil la, O fanm pwostitiye ki fin bliye. Rale kòd li yo ak ladrès; chante anpil chan pou yo ka sonje ou.
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.
Li va vin rive nan fen swasann-dizan yo, ke SENYÈ a va vizite Tyr. Apre, li va retounen jwenn salè pwostitiye li yo e li va fè pwostitiye ak tout wayòm sou tout fas latè yo.
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.
Sa li reyalize ak salè pwostitiye a, li va mete li apa pou SENYÈ a. Li p ap mete li nan depo, ni sere l nan depo, men sa li reyalize a va devni manje ase ak vètman byen chwazi pou sila ki demere nan prezans SENYÈ yo.
