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.
Obunnabbi obukwata ku Tuulo: Mukube ebiwoobe, mmwe ebyombo by’e Talusiisi, kubanga Tuulo kizikirizibbwa ne mutasigala nnyumba newaakubadde ebyombo we biyinza okugobera. Ekigambo kyababikulirwa okuva mu nsi ya Kittimu.
2 Be dumb, ye inhabitants of the Coast, —Whom the merchants of Zidon, passing over the sea, once replenished;
Musirike mmwe ab’oku kizinga nammwe abasuubuzi b’e Sidoni abagaggawalidde ku nnyanja.
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.
Ku nnyanja ennene kwajjirako ensigo za Sikoli, n’ebyamakungula bya Kiyira bye byali amagoba ga Tuulo, era yafuuka akatale k’amawanga.
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.
Okwatibwe ensonyi ggwe Sidoni naawe ggwe ekigo ky’ennyanja, kubanga ennyanja eyogedde nti: “Sirumwangako kuzaala wadde okuzaalako. Sirabiriranga baana babulenzi newaakubadde okukuza abaana aboobuwala.”
5 Like the report of Egypt, They shall be in pangs at the like report of Tyre.
Ekigambo bwe kirijja eri Misiri, balinakuwalira ebigambo ebiva e Tuulo.
6 Pass ye over to Tarshish, —Howl ye inhabitants of the Coast:
Muwunguke mugende e Talusiisi, mukube ebiwoobe mmwe abantu ab’oku kizinga.
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.
Kino kye kibuga kyammwe eky’amasanyu, ekibuga ekikadde, ekyagenda okusenga mu nsi eyeewala?
8 Who hath purposed this, against Tyre, The bestower of crowns, —Whose merchants are princes, Her traders the honourable of the earth?
Ani eyateekateeka kino okutuuka ku Tuulo, Tuulo ekitikkira engule, ekibuga ekirina abasuubuzi abalangira, ekirina abasuubuzi abamanyifu mu nsi?
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.
Mukama Katonda ow’Eggye yakiteekateeka, amuggyemu amalala n’ekitiibwa kyonna, akkakkanye n’abo bonna abamanyifu ku nsi.
10 Pass through thy land as the Nile, —O daughter of Tarshish, there is no restraint any longer!
Ne bw’otambula ku lukalu lwonna olw’omugga Kiyira, tokyalina kifo ebyombo we bituukira ggwe muwala wa Talusiisi.
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.
Mukama Katonda agolodde omukono gwe eri ennyanja, n’akankanya obwakabaka bwayo. Awadde ekiragiro ekikwata ku Kanani nti ebigo byakyo birizikirizibwa.
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.
Yayogera nti, “Tokyaddayo kukola bya masanyu nate, ggwe muwala wa Sidoni embeerera obetenteddwa. Yambuka osomoke ogende e Kittimu, naye nayo tolifunirayo kuwummula.”
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!
Laba ensi ey’Abakaludaaya abantu abo abatakyaliwo. Omwasuli agifudde ekifo ekibeeramu ensolo ez’omu ddungu. Baayimusa eminaala gyabwe, ne bamenya ebigo byabwe, era n’abazikiriza.
14 Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, —For laid waste is your fortress.
Mukube ebiwoobe mmwe ebyombo by’e Talusiisi, ekigo kyo kizikiriziddwa.
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:
Mu biro ebyo Tuulo kiryerabirwa okumala emyaka nsanvu, gy’emyaka kabaka gy’awangaala. Naye oluvannyuma lw’emyaka egyo ensanvu, ekirituuka ku Tuulo kiriba ng’ekiri mu luyimba olw’omwenzi.
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.
“Kwata ennanga, otambulire mu kibuga, ggwe omwenzi eyeerabiddwa. Ennanga gikube bulungi, oyimbe ennyimba nnyingi olyoke ojjukirwe.”
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.
Oluvannyuma lw’emyaka ensanvu, Mukama alikyalira Tuulo. Aliddayo ku mulimu gwe ogw’obwamalaaya, era alibukola mu bwakabaka bwonna obuli ku nsi.
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.
Wabula amagoba ge ne byalifunamu biriyawulibwako bibe bya Mukama, tebiriterekebwa newaakubadde okukwekebwa, omuntu okubikozesa by’ayagala. Amagoba ge galigenda eri abo ababeera mu maaso ga Mukama, basobole okuba n’emmere emala, n’okuba n’ebyambalo ebirungi.
