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.

Nkɔmhyɛ a ɛfa Tiro ho: Tarsis ahyɛn, muntwa adwo! Efisɛ wɔasɛe Tiro na wɔannyaw no ofi anaa hyɛngyinabea. Wufi Kipro asase so abɛka asɛm akyerɛ wɔn.

2 Be silent, ye inhabitants of the isle, Trader of Zidon, passing the sea, they filled thee.

Monyɛ komm, mo nnipa a mowɔ supɔw no so ne mo Sidon aguadifo a po so adwumayɛfo ama mo ayɛ adefo.

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.

Nsu akɛse no so na aduan fi Sihor nam bae; Nil ho nnɔbae na ɛyɛɛ Tiro foto, na ɔbɛyɛɛ amanaman aguadibea.

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.'

Animguase nka wo, Sidon, ne wo, po so abandennen, efisɛ po akasa se, “Menkyemee da, na menwoo da; mentetew mmabarima anaa mmabea da.”

5 As [at] the report of Egypt they are pained, So [at] the report of Tyre.

Sɛ asɛm no du Misraim a, wobedi yaw wɔ nkra a efi Tiro no ho.

6 Pass over to Tarshish, howl, ye inhabitants of the isle,

Muntwa nkɔ Tarsis; muntwa adwo, mo a mowɔ supɔw no so.

7 Is this your exulting one? From the days of old [is] her antiquity, Carry her do her own feet afar off to sojourn.

Eyi ne mo ahosɛpɛw kuropɔn no, teteete kuropɔn no, nea wɔatu akɔtena akyirikyiri nsase so no ana?

8 Who hath counselled this against Tyre, The crowning one, whose traders [are] princes, Her merchants the honoured of earth?'

Hena na ɔbɔɔ atirimpɔw yi de tiaa Tiro, nea ɔkyekyɛ ahenkyɛw, nea nʼaguadifo yɛ ahenemma, na nʼadetɔnfo agye din wɔ asase so?

9 Jehovah of Hosts hath counselled it, To pollute the excellency of all beauty, To make light all the honoured of earth.

Asafo Awurade na ɔbɔɔ ne tirimpɔw se, ɔbɛbrɛ anuonyam mu ahomaso ase na wabrɛ wɔn a wɔagye din wɔ asase yi so nyinaa ase.

10 Pass through thy land as a brook, Daughter of Tarshish, there is no more a girdle.

Yɛ wʼasase so adwuma te sɛnea wɔyɛ wɔ Nil ho no Tarsis Babea, efisɛ wunni hyɛngyinabea bio.

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.

Awurade ama ne nsa so wɔ po no so ama ahenni ahorow a ɛwɔ hɔ no repopo. Wahyɛ Kanaan ho mmara se, wɔnsɛe nʼaban.

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.'

Ɔkae se, “Wʼahurisidi no nso ha ara, Sidon Babea Ɔbabun a wɔadwerɛw wo! “Sɔre, twa kɔ Kipro; hɔ mpo worennya ahotɔ.”

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!

Monhwɛ Babiloniafo asase no saa nnipa a mprempren wɔnka hwee no! Asiriafo ayɛ no baabi a nweatam so mmoa te; wosisii wɔn anotua aban bebree, wodwiriw nʼaban gui ma ɛdan nnwiriwii.

14 Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, For your strength hath been destroyed.

Muntwa adwo, Tarsis ahyɛn; wɔasɛe wʼaban!

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.

Saa bere no wɔrenkae Tiro mfe aduɔson a ɛyɛ ɔhene nkwanna. Nanso mfe aduɔson akyi no, nea ɛbɛto Tiro no bɛyɛ sɛnea ɛwɔ oguamanfo no dwom mu no:

16 Take a harp, go round the city, O forgotten harlot, play well, Multiply song that thou mayest be remembered.

“Ma sankuten no so, pase fa kuropɔn no mu, oguamanfo a wɔnnkae wo; bɔ sankuten no yiye, to nnwom bebree, sɛnea wɔbɛkae wo.”

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.

Mfe aduɔson akyi, Awurade ne Tiro bedi. Ɔbɛsan akodi ne paa sɛ oguamanfo na ɔne ahenni a ɛwɔ asase so nyinaa adi gua.

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!

Nanso nea obenya ne ne mfaso nyinaa wɔde bɛto hɔ ama Awurade; wɔremmoaboa ano na wɔremfa nsie. Ne mfaso no bɛkɔ wɔn a wɔsom wɔ Awurade anim no nkyɛn, na wɔanya aduan bebree ne ntade pa.