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.
The burden of Tyre. Howl, you ships of Tarshish! For it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in. From the land of Kittim it is revealed to them.
2 Atĩrĩrĩ, inyuĩ andũ a gĩcigĩrĩra, na inyuĩ onjorithia a Sidoni, ta kirai o inyuĩ mũtongetio nĩ andũ arĩa mageragĩra iria-inĩ.
Be still, you inhabitants of the coast, you whom the merchants of Sidon that pass over the sea have replenished.
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 great waters, the seed of the Shihor, the harvest of the Nile, was her revenue. She was the market of 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, Sidon; for the sea has spoken, the stronghold of the sea, saying, “I have not travailed, nor given birth, neither have I nourished young men, nor brought up virgins.”
5 Hĩndĩ ĩrĩa ũhoro ũcio ũgaakinya bũrũri wa Misiri, andũ akuo nĩmakaagĩa na ruo rũnene mũno maigua ũhoro ũcio wa Turo.
When the report comes to Egypt, they will be in anguish at the report of Tyre.
6 Atĩrĩrĩ, ringai mũthiĩ mũrĩmo wa Tarishishi, ta girĩkai inyuĩ mũtũũraga kũu gĩcigĩrĩra-inĩ.
Pass over to Tarshish! Wail, you inhabitants of the coast!
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 joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days, whose feet carried her far away to travel?
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 has planned this against Tyre, the giver of crowns, whose merchants are princes, whose traders are the honorable of 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.
Yahweh of Armies has planned it, to stain the pride of all glory, to bring into contempt all the honorable 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.
Pass through your land like the Nile, daughter of Tarshish. There is no restraint any more.
11 Jehova nĩatambũrũkĩtie guoko gwake igũrũ rĩa iria, na agatũma mothamaki marĩo mainaine. Nĩathanĩte atĩ ciĩgitĩro iria nũmu cia Foinike cianangwo.
He has stretched out his hand over the sea. He has shaken the kingdoms. Yahweh has ordered the destruction of Canaan’s strongholds.
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, you oppressed virgin daughter of Sidon. Arise, pass over to Kittim. Even there you will have 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.
Behold, the land of the Chaldeans. This people didn’t exist. The Assyrians founded it for those who dwell in the wilderness. They set up their towers. They overthrew its palaces. They made it a ruin.
14 Atĩrĩrĩ, inyuĩ marikabu cia Tarishishi, ta girĩkai; nĩgũkorwo gĩikaro kĩanyu nĩkĩanange.
Howl, you ships of Tarshish, for your stronghold is laid waste!
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:
It will come to pass in that day that Tyre will be forgotten seventy years, according to the days of one king. After the end of seventy years it will be to Tyre like in the song of the prostitute.
16 “Oya kĩnanda kĩa mũgeeto, ũtuĩkanie itũũra inene, wee mũmaraya ũyũ ũtũũrĩte ũriganĩire; Hũũra kĩnanda kĩa mũgeeto wega, ũine nyĩmbo nyingĩ, nĩgeetha ũririkanwo.”
Take a harp; go about the city, you prostitute that has been forgotten. Make sweet melody. Sing many songs, that you may 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.
It will happen after the end of seventy years that Yahweh will visit Tyre. She will return to her wages, and will play the prostitute with all the kingdoms of the world on the surface 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.
Her merchandise and her wages will be holiness to Yahweh. It will not be treasured nor laid up; for her merchandise will be for those who dwell before Yahweh, to eat sufficiently, and for durable clothing.
