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.
A message about Tyre. Howl, people on the ships of Tarshish! Tyre has been destroyed—nothing is left of the houses and the harbor. They heard the news from the people of Cyprus.
2 Mizi ɖoɖoe, mi ame siwo le ƒukpo la dzi kple mi asitsala siwo tso Sidon. Mi ame siwo ƒudzidɔwɔlawo wɔ kesinɔtɔwoe,
Stay shocked into silence, people of the coastlands, merchants of Sidon, and sailors.
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.
Egyptian grain came across the wide oceans. The Nile's harvest was what made Tyre money; she was the merchant to 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.”
Feel the shame, Sidon! For the fortress of the sea says, “I have no children, having never been in labor or given birth. I have not brought up young men or brought up young women.”
5 Ne gbe va ɖo Egipte la, woaxa nu vevie tso nu si wose tso Tiro ŋuti.
When the news about Tyre reaches Egypt they will be in agony.
6 Mitso ƒu va Tarsis; mifa konyi, mi ame siwo le ƒukpo la dzi.
Sail across to Tarshish! Howl, people of the coastlands!
7 Alea wò blemadu si yɔ fũu kple dzidzɔkpɔkpɔ, wo ame si zɔ mɔ yi didiƒenyigbawo dzi la va zue nye esia?
Is this really your triumphant city, whose beginnings are from the distant past, who has sent out people to colonize faraway places?
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?
Who planned this attack on Tyre? Tyre, who created kingdoms, whose merchants were princes, whose traders were honored around the world!
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.
The Lord Almighty planned it, to humble its pride in all its glory, and to bring down all who receive worldly honor.
10 O! Tarsis ƒe vinyɔnu, de agble ɖe Nil tɔsisi la to, elabena melidzeƒe megali na wò o.
Work your land, people of Tarshish, as they do beside the Nile, for you don't have a harbor anymore.
11 Yehowa kɔ eƒe asi dzi ɖe atsiaƒu la dzi, eye wòna eƒe fiaɖuƒewo dzo nyanyanya. Eɖe gbe be woagbã Foenisia ƒe mɔ sesẽwo.
The Lord held his hand out over the sea and shook kingdoms. He has condemned Phoenicia, giving the order to destroy their fortresses.
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.”
He said, “Don't celebrate any more, mistreated virgin daughter of Sidon. Go and sail over to Cyprus—however, even there you won't find 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.
Look at the country of the Babylonians, this people that are not as they used to be! The Assyrians have turned it into a place for desert animals. They set up their siege towers, they demolished the fortresses, and ruined the country.
14 Mi Tarsis melikulawo mifa avi, elabena wogbã miaƒe mɔ sesẽ la!
Howl, people on the ships of Tarshish because your fortress is destroyed!
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,
At that time Tyre will be forgotten for seventy years, a king's lifetime, as it were. But at the end of these seventy years, Tyre will be like the song about a prostitute,
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 a lyre and walk around the city, forgotten prostitute! Play and sing so people will remember you!”
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;
After seventy years, the Lord will restore Tyre. But then she will go back to hiring herself out as a prostitute, selling herself to all the kingdoms of the world.
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.
However, her profits and what she earns will consecrated to the Lord. They won't be kept or saved up, for her business earnings will go to those who worship the Lord, to provide them with plenty of food and good clothes.
