Ezayi 23
1 Maloba na Yawe na tina na engumba ya Tiri: Oh bamasuwa ya Tarsisi, bosala matanga! Pamba te engumba ya Tiri esili kobebisama nyonso: ezala ndako to libongo, eloko moko te etikali! Bazwaki sango oyo wuta na esanga ya Shipele.
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 Bino bavandi ya esanga, bino bato ya mombongo ya Sidoni, oyo nzela ya ebale ekomisa bazwi, bovanda nye!
Stay shocked into silence, people of the coastlands, merchants of Sidon, and sailors.
3 Lifuti na ye ezalaki: ble ya Shiyori, oyo ezalaki koya na nzela ya ebale monene mpe milona oyo ezalaki kowuta pembeni ya Nili. Engumba ya Tiri ekomaki nde zando ya bikolo.
Egyptian grain came across the wide oceans. The Nile's harvest was what made Tyre money; she was the merchant to the nations.
4 Yoka soni, Sidoni, ndako batonga makasi ya ebale monene, pamba te ebale monene elobi: « Natikala koyoka pasi ya kobota te, natikala na ngai mpe kobota te, natikala na ngai kobokola bana mibali to kokolisa bana basi te. »
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 Tango maloba yango ekokoma na Ejipito, bakolenga na somo wana bakoyoka sango ya Tiri.
When the news about Tyre reaches Egypt they will be in agony.
6 Bokatisa na ngambo ya Tarsisi, bolela makasi, bino bavandi ya esanga.
Sail across to Tarshish! Howl, people of the coastlands!
7 Boni, oyo nde engumba na bino ya bisengo, engumba oyo ebanda kala penza mpe oyo makolo na yango ememaka yango kowumela na mikili ya mosika?
Is this really your triumphant city, whose beginnings are from the distant past, who has sent out people to colonize faraway places?
8 Nani azwaki mokano oyo mpo na kobebisa Tiri? Tiri oyo azalaki kokabola mitole, oyo bato na ye ya mombongo bazalaki komimona lokola bakonzi; mpe oyo bato na ye ya nkita bazalaki komimona lokola bato oyo baleki bato nyonso ya mokili na lokumu.
Who planned this attack on Tyre? Tyre, who created kingdoms, whose merchants were princes, whose traders were honored around the world!
9 Yawe, Mokonzi ya mampinga, nde azwaki mokano yango mpo na kosambwisa lolendo ya nkembo nyonso mpe kokitisa kino na se bato nyonso ya lokumu, oyo bazali na mabele.
The Lord Almighty planned it, to humble its pride in all its glory, and to bring down all who receive worldly honor.
10 Oh Tarsisi, mboka kitoko, koma kosala bilanga ndenge basalaka pembeni ya ebale Nili, pamba te libongo ezali lisusu te.
Work your land, people of Tarshish, as they do beside the Nile, for you don't have a harbor anymore.
11 Yawe asembolaki loboko na Ye na ebale monene mpe alengisaki bikolo, apesaki mitindo na tina na mokili ya Fenisi ete babuka bandako na yango oyo batonga makasi;
The Lord held his hand out over the sea and shook kingdoms. He has condemned Phoenicia, giving the order to destroy their fortresses.
12 alobaki: « Okosepela lisusu te, yo Sidoni, mboka kitoko, yo oyo lokumu na yo esili kobebisama lelo! Telema, katisa na ngambo ya Shipele! Ezala kuna, okozwa bopemi te. »
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 Tala mokili ya bato ya Chalide, bato oyo bazalaka lisusu te! Bato ya Asiri bakomisaki yango esika ya kowumela mpo na banyama ya esobe; batongaki bandako na bango ya milayi mpo na kokengela, babukaki bandako na yango batonga makasi mpe bakomisaki yango putulu.
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 Bolela, bino bamasuwa ya Tarsisi! Pamba te ndako na bino, oyo batonga makasi ebukani.
Howl, people on the ships of Tarshish because your fortress is destroyed!
15 Na tango wana, bakobosana Tiri mibu tuku sambo kolanda molayi ya bomoi ya mokonzi moko. Kasi na suka ya mibu tuku sambo, ekosalema mpo na Tiri, makambo oyo baloba na nzembo oyo bayembelaka mwasi ya ndumba:
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 « Kamata lindanda, tambola na engumba mobimba, oh mwasi ya ndumba oyo babosana; beta yango malamu, yemba banzembo ebele mpo ete bakanisa yo lisusu! »
“Take a lyre and walk around the city, forgotten prostitute! Play and sing so people will remember you!”
17 Na sima na mibu tuku sambo, Yawe akosala mpo na Tiri oyo ekozongela lifuti na yango ya mbindo; mpe ekozongela kosala kindumba elongo na bikolo nyonso ya mokili.
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 Kasi lifuti mpe bomengo na yango ekobulisama mpo na Yawe; bakobomba te yango kati na bibombelo. Bomengo na yango ekozala mpo na koleisa bato oyo batelemaka liboso ya Yawe mpe kolatisa bango bilamba ya kitoko.
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.
