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 oracle on Tyre, —Howl! ye ships of Tarshish, For it is laid too waste to be a haven to enter, From the land of Cyprus, hath it been unveiled to them.
2 Mizi ɖoɖoe, mi ame siwo le ƒukpo la dzi kple mi asitsala siwo tso Sidon. Mi ame siwo ƒudzidɔwɔlawo wɔ kesinɔtɔwoe,
Be dumb, ye inhabitants of the Coast, —Whom the merchants of Zidon, passing over the sea, once replenished;
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.
Yea on mighty waters, was the grain of Shihor, The harvest of the Nile, was her increase, —And so she became a mart of 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.”
Turn thou pale, O Zidon, For spoken hath the sea, the fortress of the sea saying, —I have neither been in pangs nor given birth I have neither brought up young men nor promoted virgins.
5 Ne gbe va ɖo Egipte la, woaxa nu vevie tso nu si wose tso Tiro ŋuti.
Like the report of Egypt, They shall be in pangs at the like report of Tyre.
6 Mitso ƒu va Tarsis; mifa konyi, mi ame siwo le ƒukpo la dzi.
Pass ye over to Tarshish, —Howl ye inhabitants of the Coast:
7 Alea wò blemadu si yɔ fũu kple dzidzɔkpɔkpɔ, wo ame si zɔ mɔ yi didiƒenyigbawo dzi la va zue nye esia?
Is this to you an exultation? Though from ancient days, is her antiquity, Yet shall her own feet carry her away, far off to dwell.
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 hath purposed this, against Tyre, The bestower of crowns, —Whose merchants are princes, Her traders the honourable of the earth?
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.
Yahweh of hosts, hath purposed it, —To humble the pride of all beauty, To make of little esteem all the honourable of the earth.
10 O! Tarsis ƒe vinyɔnu, de agble ɖe Nil tɔsisi la to, elabena melidzeƒe megali na wò o.
Pass through thy land as the Nile, —O daughter of Tarshish, there is no restraint any longer!
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, hath he stretched out over the sea, He hath shaken kingdoms, —Yahweh, hath given command against the Phoenician coast, To destroy her 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.”
Therefore hath he said, —No more, again, do thou exult, Thou violated virgin daughter of Zidon, —To Cyprus, arise and pass over, Even there, shall one find thee 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.
Lo! the land of the Chaldeans, This is the people that was not, Assyria, founded it for the inhabitants of the desert, —They set up its siege-towers, They demolished its palaces Made it a ruin!
14 Mi Tarsis melikulawo mifa avi, elabena wogbã miaƒe mɔ sesẽ la!
Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, —For laid waste is your fortress.
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,
So shall it be in that day, That Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, According to the days of a certain king: At the end of seventy years, shall it befall Tyre according to the song of the harlot:
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 thou a lyre, Go round the city, O harlot forgotten, —Sweetly touch the strings Lengthen out the song, That thou mayest be called to mind.
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;
So shall it be, at the end of seventy years, That Yahweh will visit Tyre, And she will return to her hire, —Yea she will play the harlot—with all the kingdoms of the earth, upon the face of the ground.
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.
But her merchandise and her hire, shall be hallowed unto Yahweh, It shall not be stored up, nor hoarded, —For, to them who dwell before Yahweh, shall her merchandise belong, That they may eat to satisfaction And have stately apparel.
