Isaiah 23
1 The Burden of Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, For it hath been destroyed, Without house, without entrance, From the land of Chittim it was revealed to them.
Ty nibangoeñe i Tsore: mangolalaiha ry lakam-bein-Tarsiseo; narotsake re: pok’anjomba, tsy amam-pitolia; natalili’ o boake Kitio.
2 Be silent, ye inhabitants of the isle, Trader of Zidon, passing the sea, they filled thee.
Mianjina ry mpimoneñ’ añ’olotse añe; ry natsafe’ o mpanao takina’ i Tsidone, mpitsake i riakeio.
3 And in many waters [is] the seed of Sihor, The harvest of the brook [is] her increase, And she is a mart of nations.
Ty tabiri’ i Sihore an-drano mieneneo, ty voka’ i Sakay ty tambe’e; ie ty ni-tsena’ o kilakila’ ndatio.
4 Be ashamed, O Zidon; for the sea spake, The strength of the sea, saying: 'I have not been pained, nor have I brought forth, Nor have I nourished young men, [nor] brought up virgins.'
Mimeñara ry Tsidone; fa mivolañe i riakey, manao ty hoe ty haozara’ i riakey: Mboe lia’e tsy nitsongo iraho, tsy niterak’ajaja; tsy nañabey ajalahy, tsy nañotroñe somondrara.
5 As [at] the report of Egypt they are pained, So [at] the report of Tyre.
Ie pok’ e Mitsraime añe i taliliy, le hioremeñe iereo ty amy enta’ i Tsore.
6 Pass over to Tarshish, howl, ye inhabitants of the isle,
Mitsaha mb’e Tarsise mb’eo; mangoihoia ry mpimoneñ’añ’olotseo.
7 Is this your exulting one? From the days of old [is] her antiquity, Carry her do her own feet afar off to sojourn.
Itoy hao i rova nirebeha’ areoy, i nioreñe haehaey? i naneseañe o fandia’eo hitaveañe an-tsietoitaney?
8 Who hath counselled this against Tyre, The crowning one, whose traders [are] princes, Her merchants the honoured of earth?'
Ia ty nibeko i Tsore izao? i mpanolon-tsabakam-panjakay? Ie sindre ana-donake o mpandetakeo, songa niroandria’ ty tane toy o kinanga’eo?
9 Jehovah of Hosts hath counselled it, To pollute the excellency of all beauty, To make light all the honoured of earth.
Ereñere’ Iehovà’ i Màroy izay, hanivàñe ty firengevoha’ ze hene engeñe, hamotsaha’e ze fonga onjoneñe an-tane atoy.
10 Pass through thy land as a brook, Daughter of Tarshish, there is no more a girdle.
Manginahinà an-tane’o eo an-tsata’ i Sakay, ry anak’ampela’ i Tarsise! fa tsy eo ty mikalañe.
11 His hand He hath stretched out over the sea, He hath caused kingdoms to tremble, Jehovah hath charged concerning the merchant one, To destroy her strong places.
Natora-kitsi’e ambone’ i riakey ty fità’e, nakopikopi’e o fifeheañeo; fa linili’ Iehovà ty amy Kanàne te ho mongoreñe o fipalira’eo.
12 And He saith, 'Thou dost not add any more to exult, O oppressed one, virgin daughter of Zidon, To Chittim arise, pass over, Even there — there is no rest for thee.'
Le hoe re: Tsy hirenge ka, ry anak’ ampela’ i Tsidone demokeo, miongaha, mitsahà mb’e Kity mb’eo; fe tsy hahazoa’o fitofañe ty añe.
13 Lo, the land of the Chaldeans — this people was not, Asshur founded it for the Ziim, They raised its watch-towers, They lifted up her palaces, — He hath appointed her for a ruin!
Hehe ty tane’ o nte-Kasdio— ondaty tsy teo amy nandahara’ i Asore aze ho amo ampatrambeioy; natroa’ iareo o rafi-panamea’ iareoo, nakorenda’ iareo o anjomba’eo; nampangoakoahe’ iereo.
14 Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, For your strength hath been destroyed.
Mangolalaiha ry lakam-bei’ i Tarsiseo, fa rotsake i fiampira’oy.
15 And it hath come to pass, in that day, That forgotten is Tyre seventy years, According to the days of one king. At the end of seventy years there is to Tyre as the song of the harlot.
Ho tondroke amy andro zay te haliño fitom-polo taoñe ty Tsore, ami’ty androm-panjaka; ie peake i fitom-polo taoñe zay le hifetsake amy Tsore i sabon-karapiloy.
16 Take a harp, go round the city, O forgotten harlot, play well, Multiply song that thou mayest be remembered.
Tintino i marovaniy, mañariaria an-drova ao, ry karapilo tsy tiahy; titiho feo mamy, isabò sabo maro, hahatiahiañe azo.
17 And it hath come to pass, At the end of seventy years Jehovah inspecteth Tyre, And she hath repented of her gift, That she committed fornication With all kingdoms of the earth on the face of the ground.
Aa ie peake i taoñe fitompolo rey le ho tendreke te ho tilihe’ Iehovà t’i Tsore, le himpolia’e i nanambezañe azey, hanitsike o kila fifeheañe ambone’ ty tane toy amy hakarapiloa’ey.
18 And her merchandise and her gift have been holy to Jehovah, Not treasured up nor stored, For to those sitting before Jehovah is her merchandise, To eat to satiety, and for a lasting covering!
Havalike ho miavake am’ Iehovà o kilanka’eo naho o tambe’eo; tsy hahaja, tsy hakafitse; fa ho a o mpimoneñe añatrefa’ Iehovào o tombom-baro’eo, hahaeneñañe mahakama vaho ho an-tsaroñe mañeva.
