Yesaya 23
1 Esiae nye nyagblɔɖi ɖe Tiro ŋu. Mifa konyi, o meli siwo tsa asi le Tarsis, elabena wogbã Tiro, eye aƒe alo melidzeƒe megali na mi o. Wose nya sia esi wole Kipro ke.
The word about Tyre. Let a cry of sorrow go up, O ships of Tarshish, because your strong place is made waste; on the way back from the land of Kittim the news is given to them.
2 Mizi ɖoɖoe, mi ame siwo le ƒukpo la dzi kple mi asitsala siwo tso Sidon. Mi ame siwo ƒudzidɔwɔlawo wɔ kesinɔtɔwoe,
Send out a cry of grief, you men of the sea-land, traders of Zidon, who go over the sea, whose representatives are on great waters;
3 Wotsɔ bli tso Sidon, nuŋeŋe si tso Nil Nutowo me to tɔ gãwo dzi va Tiro abe adzɔnuwo ene, ale Tiro zu asiɖiƒe na dukɔwo.
Who get in the seed of Shihor, whose wealth is the trade of the nations.
4 Ŋu nekpe wò, O! Sidon, wò mɔ sesẽ si le ƒuta, elabena atsiaƒu gblɔ na wò be, “Nyemelé ku kpɔ alo dzi vi kpɔ o. Nyemenyi ŋutsuviwo alo nyɔnuviwo kpɔ o.”
Be shamed, O Zidon: for the sea, the strong place of the sea has said, I have not been with child, or given birth; I have not taken care of young men, or kept watch over the growth of virgins.
5 Ne gbe va ɖo Egipte la, woaxa nu vevie tso nu si wose tso Tiro ŋuti.
When the news comes to Egypt they will be bitterly pained at the fate of Tyre.
6 Mitso ƒu va Tarsis; mifa konyi, mi ame siwo le ƒukpo la dzi.
Go over to Tarshish; give cries of sorrow, O men of the sea-land.
7 Alea wò blemadu si yɔ fũu kple dzidzɔkpɔkpɔ, wo ame si zɔ mɔ yi didiƒenyigbawo dzi la va zue nye esia?
Is this the town which was full of joy, whose start goes back to times long past, whose wanderings took her into far-off countries?
8 Ame kae ɖo nugbe sia ɖe Tiro ŋu, ame si ɖɔa fiakuku na amewo, eƒe adzɔdolawo nye amegãwo, eye eƒe asitsalawo nye ame xɔŋkɔwo le anyigba dzii?
By whom was this purposed against Tyre, the crowning town, whose traders are chiefs, whose business men are honoured in the land?
9 Yehowa, Dziƒoʋakɔwo ƒe Aƒetɔ lae ɖo esia be yeaɖi gbɔ̃ atsyɔ̃ɖoɖowo katã ƒe dada, eye yeabɔbɔ ame xɔŋkɔwo katã ɖe anyi le anyigba dzi.
It was the purpose of the Lord of armies to put pride to shame, to make sport of the glory of those who are honoured in the earth.
10 O! Tarsis ƒe vinyɔnu, de agble ɖe Nil tɔsisi la to, elabena melidzeƒe megali na wò o.
Let your land be worked with the plough, O daughter of Tarshish; there is no longer any harbour.
11 Yehowa kɔ eƒe asi dzi ɖe atsiaƒu la dzi, eye wòna eƒe fiaɖuƒewo dzo nyanyanya. Eɖe gbe be woagbã Foenisia ƒe mɔ sesẽwo.
His hand is stretched out over the sea, the kingdoms are shaking: the Lord has given orders about Canaan, to make waste its strong places.
12 Yehowa gblɔ be, “O! Sidon ƒe vinyɔnu si menya ŋutsu o, wò dzidzɔkpɔkpɔ nu tso! “Tsi tsitre, tso ƒu la, eye nàyi Kipro, afi ma gɔ̃ hã la, màkpɔ dzudzɔƒe o.”
And he said, There is no more joy for you, O crushed virgin daughter of Zidon: up! go over to Kittim; even there you will have no rest.
13 Kpɔ Babiloniatɔwo ƒe anyigba la ɖa; tsã la, bubu menɔ wo ŋu o va se ɖe esime Asiriatɔwo fɔe hetsɔe wɔ nɔƒee na ame siwo nɔ gbegbe. Wotu dziƒoxɔ kɔkɔwo kple fiasãwo ɖe afi ma; ke ena wòzu aƒedo.
14 Mi Tarsis melikulawo mifa avi, elabena wogbã miaƒe mɔ sesẽ la!
Let a cry of sorrow go up, O ships of Tarshish: because your strong place is made waste.
15 Le ɣe ma ɣi me la, woaŋlɔ Tiro be ƒe blaadre sɔŋ; siwo nye fia ƒe agbenɔƒe. Le ƒe blaadre siawo ƒe nuwuwu la, ava eme na Tiro abe ale si woŋlɔe ɖe gboloha ƒe hagbewo me nɛ ene be,
And it will be in that day that Tyre will go out of mind for seventy years, that is, the days of one king: after the end of seventy years it will be for Tyre as in the song of the loose woman.
16 “Tsɔ kasaŋku. Ɖi tsa le dua me. O! Gbolo si wogbe, ƒo kasaŋku la nyuie, eye nàdzi ha geɖewo, ale be woaɖo ŋku dziwò.”
Take an instrument of music, go about the town, O loose woman who has gone out from the memory of man; make sweet melody with songs, so that you may come back to men's minds.
17 Le ƒe blaadre ƒe nuwuwu la, Yehowa ahe to na Tiro. Agatrɔ ayi ɖe eƒe gbolowɔwɔ dzi, eye wòatsa asi sia kple fiaɖuƒe siwo katã le anyigba dzi;
And it will be after the end of seventy years, that the Lord will have mercy on Tyre, and she will go back to her trade, acting as a loose woman with all the kingdoms of the world on the face of the earth.
18 Ke hã la, woatsɔ viɖe siwo wòkpɔ la na Yehowa. Womadzrae ɖo ɖe nudzraɖoƒe alo aɣlae o. Woatsɔ eƒe viɖe siwo wòkpɔ la na ame siwo nɔ agbe le Yehowa ŋkume be, woatsɔ aƒle nuɖuɖu geɖe kple nudodo nyuiwoe.
And her goods and her trade will be holy to the Lord: they will not be kept back or stored up; for her produce will be for those living in the Lord's land, to give them food for their needs, and fair clothing.
