< 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.
KA wanana no Turo. E aoa oukou, e na moku o Taresisa, No ka mea, ua anaiia oia, aohe hale, aole wahi e komo ai; Ua haiia mai ia lakou, mai ka aina o Kitima mai.
2 Be dumb, ye inhabitants of the Coast, —Whom the merchants of Zidon, passing over the sea, once replenished;
E noho malie, e ka poe noho ma kahakai; Holo ae la ka mea kalepa o Zidona, mai kela aoao ae o ke kai, a hoopiha no ia ia oe.
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.
O ka hua o ka Nile, i ulu ma na wai nui, A me ka ai o ka muliwai, oia kona waiwai; A lilo ia i wahi kuai no na aina.
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.
E hilahila oe, e Zidona, No ka mea, ua olelo mai ko kai, o kahi paa hoi o ke kai, I mai, Aole au i kuakoko, aole au i hanau keiki, Aole au i hanai i kanaka ui, Aole hoi au i malama i na wahine puupaa.
5 Like the report of Egypt, They shall be in pangs at the like report of Tyre.
A hiki aku ka lohe i Aigupita, E nahu hookina lakou, no ka lohe ana ia Turo.
6 Pass ye over to Tarshish, —Howl ye inhabitants of the Coast:
E hele ae oukou i Taresisa, E aoa oukou, e ka poe noho ma kahakai.
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.
O keia anei ko oukou wahi i hauoli ai, Ka mea i hookumuia i ka wa kahiko loa? Na kona wawae e lawe aku ia ia i kahi loihi e noho ai.
8 Who hath purposed this, against Tyre, The bestower of crowns, —Whose merchants are princes, Her traders the honourable of the earth?
Owai ka mea i manao mua i keia ia Turo, I ka mea i hoalii aku ia hai? He poe alii no kona poe kalepa, A o kona poe kuai, he poe koikoi no o ka aina.
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.
Ua manao mai o Iehova o na kaua ia mea, I hoohaumia oia i ka hanohano o na mea nani a pau, A e hoohaahaa hoi i na mea koikoi a pau o ka honua.
10 Pass through thy land as the Nile, —O daughter of Tarshish, there is no restraint any longer!
E hele oe maluna o kou aina e like me ka wai kahe, E ke kaikamahine o Taresisa, aole kaei i koe.
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.
O aku no oia i kona lima maluna o ke kai, Hoonaueue no oia i na aupuni: Ua kauoha mai o Iehova no Poinike, E hooki loa aku i kona mau pakaua.
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.
A ua olelo mai ia, Aole oe e hooho lanakila hou, E ka wahine puupaa i pue wale ia, ke kaikamahine a Zidona; E ku iluna, e hele i kela aoao, i Kitima; Aole nae e loaa ia oe ka maha malaila.
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!
Aia hoi ko ka aina o Kaledea; He mea ole keia poe kanaka, A hookumu ko Asuria ia wahi no ka poe i noho ma ka waonahele; Na lakou i kukulu i kolaila mau halekiai, A hana no hoi i kolaila mau halealii; A nana i hoohiolo i na kauhale.
14 Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, —For laid waste is your fortress.
E aoa oukou, e na moku o Taresisa, No ka mea, ua hoohioloia kou pakaua,
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:
A hiki aku i kela la, E hoopoinaia no o Turo i na makahiki he kanahiku, E like me na makahiki o ke alii hookahi: A pau na makahiki he kanahiku, Alaila, e olioli no o Turo me ka ka wahine hookamakama.
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.
E lawe oe i ka lira, e poai i ke kulanakauhale, E ka wahine hookamakama i hoopoinaia: E hookanikani maikai, e hoonui i ka olioli, I hoomanao hou ia'i oe.
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.
A hiki i ka pau ana o na makahiki he kanahiku, Alaila e nana mai no o Iehova ia Turo, A e hoi hou no ia i kana hana e waiwai ai, A e moe kolohe no oia me ko na aupuni a pau o keia ao, Maluna o ka honua nei.
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.
Aka, o kona waiwai loaa, a me kona uku, E laa no ia no Iehova, Aole ia e hoahuia, aole e malamaia ma kahi e; No ka mea, o kona waiwai kuai, no ka poe ia e noho ana imua o Iehova, I mea e ai ai a maona, a i mea aahu nani.