Isaia 23
1 Ĩno nĩyo ndũmĩrĩri nditũ ĩkoniĩ itũũra rĩa Turo: Atĩrĩrĩ, inyuĩ marikabu cia Tarishishi, ta girĩkai. Nĩgũkorwo itũũra rĩa Turo nĩrĩanange, rĩgatigwo rĩtarĩ nyũmba kana gĩcukĩro kĩa marikabu. Ũhoro ũcio nĩũmakinyĩire marĩ o kũu bũrũri wa Kitimu.
This is the burden against Tyre: Wail, O ships of Tarshish, for Tyre is laid waste, without house or harbor. Word has reached them from the land of Cyprus.
2 Atĩrĩrĩ, inyuĩ andũ a gĩcigĩrĩra, na inyuĩ onjorithia a Sidoni, ta kirai o inyuĩ mũtongetio nĩ andũ arĩa mageragĩra iria-inĩ.
Be silent, O dwellers of the coastland, you merchants of Sidon, whose traders have crossed the sea.
3 Kũu maaĩ-inĩ maingĩ nĩkuo kwageragĩrio ngano ya Shihoru, namo magetha ma Nili nĩmo maarĩ uumithio wa itũũra rĩa Turo, narĩo rĩgĩtuĩka ndũnyũ ya ndũrĩrĩ.
On the great waters came the grain of Shihor; the harvest of the Nile was the revenue of Tyre; she was the merchant of the nations.
4 Atĩrĩrĩ wee Sidoni, o nawe, kĩĩhitho kĩrũmu kĩa iria-inĩ, conokai, nĩgũkorwo iria nĩrĩarĩtie rĩkoiga atĩrĩ: “Niĩ ndirĩ ndagĩa na ruo rwa kũrũmwo, kana ngaciara; ndirĩ ndaarera aanake, kana ngarera airĩtu.”
Be ashamed, O Sidon, the stronghold of the sea, for the sea has spoken: “I have not been in labor or given birth. I have not raised young men or brought up young women.”
5 Hĩndĩ ĩrĩa ũhoro ũcio ũgaakinya bũrũri wa Misiri, andũ akuo nĩmakaagĩa na ruo rũnene mũno maigua ũhoro ũcio wa Turo.
When the report reaches Egypt, they will writhe in agony over the news of Tyre.
6 Atĩrĩrĩ, ringai mũthiĩ mũrĩmo wa Tarishishi, ta girĩkai inyuĩ mũtũũraga kũu gĩcigĩrĩra-inĩ.
Cross over to Tarshish; wail, O inhabitants of the coastland!
7 Rĩĩrĩ nĩrĩo itũũra rĩanyu inene rĩa ikeno cia ũrĩĩu, itũũra inene rĩa kuuma tene, o tene mũno, itũũra rĩrĩa andũ aarĩo maathiĩte na magũrũ magatũũre mabũrũri ma andũ a kũraya mũno?
Is this your jubilant city, whose origin is from antiquity, whose feet have taken her to settle far away?
8 Nũũ waciirĩire atĩ itũũra rĩa Turo rĩũkĩrĩrwo, o itũũra rĩu rĩheanaga tanji cia ũthamaki, o rĩo onjorithia a rĩo arĩ ariũ a athamaki, na endia a rĩo marĩ igweta thĩ yothe?
Who planned this against Tyre, the bestower of crowns, whose traders are princes, whose merchants are renowned on the earth?
9 Jehova Mwene-Hinya-Wothe nĩwe waciirĩire ũndũ ũcio, nĩgeetha aniine mwĩtĩĩo wa riiri wothe, na aconorithie andũ arĩa othe marĩ igweta a gũkũ thĩ.
The LORD of Hosts planned it, to defile all its glorious beauty, to disgrace all the renowned of the earth.
10 Atĩrĩrĩ, wee mwarĩ wa Tarishishi, thiĩ ũkarĩme bũrũri waku o ta ũrĩa kũrĩmĩtwo hũgũrũrũ-inĩ cia Rũũĩ rwa Nili, tondũ rĩu ndũrĩ na gĩcukĩro kĩa marikabu rĩngĩ.
Cultivate your land like the Nile, O Daughter of Tarshish; there is no longer a harbor.
11 Jehova nĩatambũrũkĩtie guoko gwake igũrũ rĩa iria, na agatũma mothamaki marĩo mainaine. Nĩathanĩte atĩ ciĩgitĩro iria nũmu cia Foinike cianangwo.
The LORD has stretched out His hand over the sea; He has made kingdoms tremble. He has given a command that the strongholds of Canaan be destroyed.
12 Akoiga atĩrĩ, “Wee mwarĩ gathirange wa Sidoni ikeno ciaku cia ũrĩĩu nĩ thiru, rĩu ũrĩ mũhehenje! “Ũkĩra ũringe, ũthiĩ ũkinye Kitimu; no rĩrĩ, o na kũu ndũkoona ũhurũko.”
He said, “You shall rejoice no more, O oppressed Virgin Daughter of Sidon. Get up and cross over to Cyprus— even there you will find no rest.”
13 Ta rora bũrũri wa Ababuloni, andũ acio rĩu maagĩĩte kĩene! Ashuri magũtuĩte gĩikaro kĩa nyamũ cia werũ; nĩmaakire mĩthiringo mĩraihu na igũrũ ya kũrĩthiũrũrũkĩria, na magĩtiga ciĩgitĩro ciao itarĩ kĩndũ, magĩtũma bũrũri ũcio wanangĩke biũ.
Look at the land of the Chaldeans — a people now of no account. The Assyrians destined it for the desert creatures; they set up their siege towers and stripped its palaces. They brought it to ruin.
14 Atĩrĩrĩ, inyuĩ marikabu cia Tarishishi, ta girĩkai; nĩgũkorwo gĩikaro kĩanyu nĩkĩanange.
Wail, O ships of Tarshish, for your harbor has been destroyed!
15 Hĩndĩ ĩyo itũũra rĩa Turo nĩrĩkariganĩra mĩaka mĩrongo mũgwanja, o ta ũrĩa matukũ ma mũthamaki ũmwe maigana. No mĩaka mĩrongo mũgwanja yathira-rĩ, Turo gũgaacooka kũhaana ta mũmaraya ũrĩa ũganagwo na rwĩmbo ta ũũ:
At that time Tyre will be forgotten for seventy years—the span of a king’s life. But at the end of seventy years, it will happen to Tyre as in the song of the harlot:
16 “Oya kĩnanda kĩa mũgeeto, ũtuĩkanie itũũra inene, wee mũmaraya ũyũ ũtũũrĩte ũriganĩire; Hũũra kĩnanda kĩa mũgeeto wega, ũine nyĩmbo nyingĩ, nĩgeetha ũririkanwo.”
“Take up your harp, stroll through the city, O forgotten harlot. Make sweet melody, sing many a song, so you will be remembered.”
17 Mĩaka mĩrongo mũgwanja yathira-rĩ, Jehova nĩagacookerera Turo. Itũũra rĩu nĩrĩgacooka wĩra-inĩ warĩo ũcio ũrehaga uumithio ta rĩkũhũũra ũmaraya, rĩonjorithanagie na mothamaki mothe ma thĩ.
And at the end of seventy years, the LORD will restore Tyre. Then she will return to hire as a prostitute and sell herself to all the kingdoms on the face of the earth.
18 No rĩrĩ, wonjorithia warĩo na uumithio warĩo nĩikamũrĩrwo Jehova; itikaigwo igĩĩna-inĩ kana ihithwo. Uumithio warĩo ũgaatuĩka wa arĩa matũũraga marongoragia Jehova, moonage irio nyingĩ na nguo njega.
Yet her profits and wages will be set apart to the LORD; they will not be stored or saved, for her profit will go to those who live before the LORD, for abundant food and fine clothing.
