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: Ao, Tarsis ahyɛn, montwa adwo! Ɛfiri sɛ wɔasɛe Tiro na anka no afie anaa ɛhyɛngyinabea. Wɔfiri Kipro asase so abɛka 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 supɔ no so ne mo Sidon adwadifoɔ a ɛpo so adwumayɛfoɔ ama mo ayɛ adefoɔ.
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.
Nsuo akɛseɛ no so na aduane firi Sihor nam baeɛ; Nil ho nnɔbaeɛ na ɛyɛɛ Tirofoɔ toɔ, na ɔbɛyɛɛ amanaman adwadibea.
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.'
Animguaseɛ nka wo, Ao Sidon, ne wo, Ao ɛpo so aban, ɛfiri sɛ ɛpo akasa sɛ, “Menkyemee da na menwoo da; mentetee mmammarima anaa mmammaa da.”
5 As [at] the report of Egypt they are pained, So [at] the report of Tyre.
Sɛ asɛm no duru Misraim a, wɔn ho bɛdwiri wɔn wɔ nkra a ɛfiri Tiro no ho.
6 Pass over to Tarshish, howl, ye inhabitants of the isle,
Montwa nkɔ Tarsis; montwa adwo, mo a mowɔ supɔ 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.
Yei ne mo ahosɛpɛ kuropɔn no? Yei ne teteete kuropɔn no a watu akɔtena akyirikyiri nsase soɔ no anaa?
8 Who hath counselled this against Tyre, The crowning one, whose traders [are] princes, Her merchants the honoured of earth?'
Hwan na ɔbɔɔ atirimpɔ yei de tiaa Tiro, deɛ ɔkyekyɛ ahenkyɛ, deɛ nʼadwadifoɔ yɛ ahene mma, na nʼadetɔnfoɔ 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 tirimpɔ sɛ, ɔbɛbrɛ animuonyam mu ahomasoɔ 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 sɛ deɛ wɔyɛ wɔ Nil ho no Ao Ɔbabaa Tarsis, ɛfiri sɛ wonni 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 apagya ne nsa wɔ ɛpo no so ama ahennie ahodoɔ a ɛwɔ hɔ no repopo. Wahyɛ Kanaan ho mmara sɛ, 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.'
Ɔkaa sɛ, “Wʼahurisidie no nso ha ara, Ao Ɔbabaa bunu Sidon a wɔadwera wo! “Sɔre, tware kɔ Kipro; ɛhɔ 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 Babiloniafoɔ asase no, saa nnipa a seesei wɔnka hwee no! Asiriafoɔ ayɛ no beaeɛ a anweatam so mmoa teɛ; wɔsisii wɔn ntua aban bebree, wɔdwirii nʼaban guiɛ ma ɛdanee mmubuiɛ.
14 Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, For your strength hath been destroyed.
Montwa 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 ɛberɛ no wɔrenkae Tiro mfeɛ aduɔson, a ɛyɛ ɔhene nkwanna. Nanso mfeɛ aduɔson akyi no, deɛ ɛbɛto Tiro no bɛyɛ sɛdeɛ ɛwɔ odwamanfoɔ 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, Ao odwamanfoɔ a wɔnnkae wo; bɔ sankuten no yie, to nnwom bebree, sɛdeɛ 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.
Mfeɛ aduɔson akyi, Awurade ne Tiro bɛdi. Ɔbɛsane akɔdi ne paa sɛ odwamanfoɔ na ɔne ahennie a ɛwɔ asase so nyinaa adi dwa.
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, deɛ ɔbɛnya ne ne mfasoɔ nyinaa, wɔde bɛto hɔ ama Awurade; wɔremmoaboa ano na wɔremfa nsie. Ne mfasoɔ no bɛkɔ wɔn a wɔsom wɔ Awurade anim, na wɔanya aduane bebree ne ntadeɛ pa.
