Aịzaya 23
1 Nke a bụ amụma megide Taịa: Tienụ mkpu akwa, unu ụgbọ mmiri nke Tashish nʼihi na e bibiela Taịa, ahapụla ya na-enweghị ụlọ ọbụla maọbụ ọnụ mmiri mbata. Ozi erutela ha aka site nʼobodo Saiprọs.
The prophecy concerning Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish! For it is laid waste; No house, no entrance is left! From the land of the Chittaeans were the tidings brought to them.
2 Derenụ duu, unu ndị bi nʼala ahụ osimiri gbara gburugburu. Unu ndị na-azụ ahịa na Saịdọn, ndị na-ezipụ ụgbọ mmiri na-aga nʼosimiri, kwaanụ akwa.
Be amazed, ye inhabitants of the sea-coast, Which the merchants of Sidon, that pass over the sea, did crowd!
3 Nʼelu ọtụtụ mmiri dị ukwuu, ka mkpụrụ ọkụkụ Shihoa si bịa, owuwe ihe ubi nke Naịl bụ ihe uru ahịa Taịa, ọ ghọrọ ọma ahịa nke mba dị iche iche.
Upon the wide waters, the corn of the Nile, The harvest of the river, was her revenue; She was the mart of the nations.
4 Ka ihere mee gị, Saịdọn, na gị bụ ebe e wusiri ike nke osimiri, nʼihi na oke osimiri ekwuola okwu; “Ime emetụbeghị m, nke m ji amụpụta nwa; o nwebeghị mgbe m ji zụpụta ụmụ ndị ikom maọbụ ụmụ ndị inyom tozuru oke.”
Be thou ashamed, O Sidon, for the sea hath spoken, The fortress of the sea hath spoken thus: “I have not travailed, nor brought forth children; I have not nourished youths, nor brought up virgins.”
5 Mgbe ozi ga-abịara ndị Ijipt, ha ga-anọ na mwute nʼihi ozi si Taịa.
When the tidings shall reach Egypt, They shall be filled with anguish at the tidings concerning Tyre.
6 Gabiganụ ruo Tashish tisienụ mkpu akwa ike, unu ndị bi nʼala mmiri gbara gburugburu.
Pass ye over to Tarshish; Howl, ye inhabitants of the sea-coast!
7 Nke a ọ bụ obodo ahụ ọṅụ na-ejupụta nʼime ya oge niile? Obodo ahụ dịrịla kemgbe oge gara aga? Nke a ọ bụ ihe fọdụrụ nʼobodo ahụ ndị ya na-esi nʼime ya pụọ gaa nʼebe dị anya iwu obodo ọzọ?
Is this your joyous city, Whose antiquity is of ancient days? Now her own feet bear her To sojourn far away.
8 Onye zubere ihe dị otu a megide Taịa, bụ mba na-ekpube ndị ọzọ okpueze, mba nke ndị ahịa ya bụ ụmụ eze, nke ndị ọzụ ahịa ya bụ ndị a na-asọpụrụ nʼụwa?
Who hath purposed this against Tyre, The dispenser of crowns, Whose merchants are princes, Whose traders the nobles of the earth?
9 Ọ bụ Onyenwe anyị, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile zubere ya, nʼihi iweda nʼala mpako na ịma mma ya niile, na iwetara ndị niile a na-asọpụrụ nʼụwa nlelị.
Jehovah of hosts hath purposed it, To bring down the pride of all glory, To humble the nobles of the earth.
10 Gaanụ kọọ ala ubi unu dịka ha na-eme nʼakụkụ Naịl, unu ụmụada Tashish, nʼihi na unu enwekwaghị ọnụ mmiri.
Go over thy land like the Nile, O daughter of Tarshish! Now thy bonds are broken.
11 Onyenwe anyị esetipụla aka ya nʼelu osimiri mee ka alaeze ha niile maa jijiji. O nyela iwu banyere Fonisia ka e bibie ebe ya niile nke wusiri ike.
He hath stretched out his hand over the sea, He hath made the kingdoms tremble; Jehovah hath given commandment concerning Canaan To destroy her strong holds.
12 Ọ sịrị, “Ị gaghị aṅụrị ọṅụ ịṅụ mmanya nʼoke oriri ọzọ, gị ada Saịdọn na-amaghị nwoke, nke a na-emegbu emegbu. “Bilie, gafee garuo Saiprọs, ọ bụladị nʼebe ahụ, ị gaghị enweta ezumike.”
He hath said, Thou shalt no more rejoice, Thou ravished virgin, daughter of Sidon! Arise, pass over to the Chittaeans; Yet even there shalt thou have no rest.
13 Lee anya nʼala ndị Kaldịa, ndị a gụpụrụla ugbu a na mmadụ! Ndị Asịrịa mere ya ka ọ bụrụ ebe obibi nye anụ ọhịa na-ebi nʼọzara. Ha wuliri ụlọ nche ha niile dị elu gburugburu tikpọọ ebe ya niile e wusiri ike, mee ha ka ha tọgbọrọ nʼefu ghọọ mkpọmkpọ ebe.
Behold the land of the Chaldaeans, Who, not long ago, were not a people, —The Assyrian assigned it to the inhabitants of the wilderness, —They raise their watch-towers; They destroy her palaces; They make her a heap of ruins.
14 Tienụ mkpu akwa, unu ụgbọ mmiri Tashish niile dị nʼoke osimiri, nʼihi na e mebiela ebe unu niile e wusiri ike.
Howl, ye ships of Tarshish! For your stronghold is destroyed.
15 A gaghị echeta Taịa ọzọ, tutu iri afọ asaa agafee, nke bụ ogologo ụbọchị ndụ onye eze. Mgbe oge ahụ zuru, Taịa ga-adịkwa ka nwanyị akwụna e jiri rọọ abụ dị otu a:
And it shall come to pass in that day, That Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, According to the days of one king; But at the end of seventy years It shall be with Tyre as in the song of the harlot:
16 “Welite ụbọ akwara, jegharịa nʼime obodo, gị nwanyị akwụna e chefuru echefu; kpọzie ụbọ gị nke ọma, bụọ ọtụtụ abụ, ka e si otu a mee ka ị bụrụ onye e chetara echeta.”
“Take thy lyre, go about the city, O harlot, long forgotten; Make sweet melody; sing many songs, That thou mayst again be remembered!”
17 E, mgbe iri afọ asaa gasịrị, Onyenwe anyị ga-eleta Taịa. Ọ ga-alaghachi nʼọrụ ya dịka nwanyị akwụna, ya na alaeze niile dị nʼihu elu ụwa niile.
At the end of seventy years shall Jehovah show regard to Tyre, And she shall return to her hire, And play the harlot with all the kingdoms of the world, That are upon the face of the earth.
18 Ma uru ahịa ya niile, na ego niile ọ kpatara site nʼịzụ ahịa ka ọ ga-edo nsọ nye Onyenwe anyị. Ha agaghị edokọkwa ha nʼotu ebe izo ha, kama uru ahịa ha niile ga-adịrị ndị niile na-ebi ezi ndụ nʼihu Onyenwe anyị. Ha ga-ejikwa ego ahụ zụọ ihe oriri na uwe dị mma.
But her gain and her hire shall be holy to Jehovah; It shall not be treasured, nor laid up in store; But it shall be for them that dwell before Jehovah, For abundant food, and for splendid clothing.
