Isaia 23
1 Ty nibangoeñe i Tsore: mangolalaiha ry lakam-bein-Tarsiseo; narotsake re: pok’anjomba, tsy amam-pitolia; natalili’ o boake Kitio.
The doom of Tyre. Wail, ye ships of Tharshish; for it is laid waste, without house, without entrance: from the land of Kittim hath it been revealed to them.
2 Mianjina ry mpimoneñ’ añ’olotse añe; ry natsafe’ o mpanao takina’ i Tsidone, mpitsake i riakeio.
Be silent, ye inhabitants of the coast-land: the merchants of Zidon, that pass over the sea [formerly] filled thee.
3 Ty tabiri’ i Sihore an-drano mieneneo, ty voka’ i Sakay ty tambe’e; ie ty ni-tsena’ o kilakila’ ndatio.
And on mighty waters [came] the seed of Shichor, the harvest of the stream, as her revenue; and she became the mart of nations.
4 Mimeñara ry Tsidone; fa mivolañe i riakey, manao ty hoe ty haozara’ i riakey: Mboe lia’e tsy nitsongo iraho, tsy niterak’ajaja; tsy nañabey ajalahy, tsy nañotroñe somondrara.
Be ashamed, O Zion; for spoken hath the sea, the stronghold of the sea, saying, I travailed not, nor brought forth children, neither did I nourish up young men, nor bring up virgins.
5 Ie pok’ e Mitsraime añe i taliliy, le hioremeñe iereo ty amy enta’ i Tsore.
As at the report concerning Egypt, so shall they tremble at the report of Tyre.
6 Mitsaha mb’e Tarsise mb’eo; mangoihoia ry mpimoneñ’añ’olotseo.
Pass ye over to Tharshish; wail, ye inhabitants of the coast-land.
7 Itoy hao i rova nirebeha’ areoy, i nioreñe haehaey? i naneseañe o fandia’eo hitaveañe an-tsietoitaney?
Is this your fate, ye of the joyous [city]? she whose antiquity is of ancient days—her own feet shall carry her, afar off to sojourn.
8 Ia ty nibeko i Tsore izao? i mpanolon-tsabakam-panjakay? Ie sindre ana-donake o mpandetakeo, songa niroandria’ ty tane toy o kinanga’eo?
Who hath resolved this against Tyre, the crowning city, whose merchants are princes, whose traders are the honorable of the earth?
9 Ereñere’ Iehovà’ i Màroy izay, hanivàñe ty firengevoha’ ze hene engeñe, hamotsaha’e ze fonga onjoneñe an-tane atoy.
The Lord hath resolved it, to dishonor the pride of all ornament, to make of light esteem all the honorable of the earth.
10 Manginahinà an-tane’o eo an-tsata’ i Sakay, ry anak’ampela’ i Tarsise! fa tsy eo ty mikalañe.
Pass through thy land as a stream, O daughter of Tharshish: there is no more strength.
11 Natora-kitsi’e ambone’ i riakey ty fità’e, nakopikopi’e o fifeheañeo; fa linili’ Iehovà ty amy Kanàne te ho mongoreñe o fipalira’eo.
He hath stretched out his hand over the sea, he hath shaken kingdoms; the Lord hath given a command against Canaan, to subvert its strongholds.
12 Le hoe re: Tsy hirenge ka, ry anak’ ampela’ i Tsidone demokeo, miongaha, mitsahà mb’e Kity mb’eo; fe tsy hahazoa’o fitofañe ty añe.
And he said, Thou shalt no longer rejoice any more, O thou oppressed virgin, daughter of Zidon: arise, pass over to the Kittim; also there shalt thou have no rest.
13 Hehe ty tane’ o nte-Kasdio— ondaty tsy teo amy nandahara’ i Asore aze ho amo ampatrambeioy; natroa’ iareo o rafi-panamea’ iareoo, nakorenda’ iareo o anjomba’eo; nampangoakoahe’ iereo.
Behold the land of the Chaldeans—this people which was not, Asshur founded it for the dwellers in the wilderness—they have set up their watchtowers, have overthrown its palaces, have rendered it a heap of ruins.
14 Mangolalaiha ry lakam-bei’ i Tarsiseo, fa rotsake i fiampira’oy.
Wail, ye ships of Tharshish; your stronghold is laid waste.
15 Ho tondroke amy andro zay te haliño fitom-polo taoñe ty Tsore, ami’ty androm-panjaka; ie peake i fitom-polo taoñe zay le hifetsake amy Tsore i sabon-karapiloy.
And it shall come to pass on that day, that Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, like the days of one king: at the end of seventy years shall it happen to Tyre as in the song of the harlot.
16 Tintino i marovaniy, mañariaria an-drova ao, ry karapilo tsy tiahy; titiho feo mamy, isabò sabo maro, hahatiahiañe azo.
“Take the harp, go round about the city, thou forgotten harlot; make sweet music, sing many songs, in order that thou mayest be remembered.”
17 Aa ie peake i taoñe fitompolo rey le ho tendreke te ho tilihe’ Iehovà t’i Tsore, le himpolia’e i nanambezañe azey, hanitsike o kila fifeheañe ambone’ ty tane toy amy hakarapiloa’ey.
And it shall come to pass after the end of seventy years, that the Lord will visit Tyre, and she shall return to her hire, and shall have commerce with all the kingdoms of the world upon the face of the earth.
18 Havalike ho miavake am’ Iehovà o kilanka’eo naho o tambe’eo; tsy hahaja, tsy hakafitse; fa ho a o mpimoneñe añatrefa’ Iehovào o tombom-baro’eo, hahaeneñañe mahakama vaho ho an-tsaroñe mañeva.
And her gain and her hire shall be holy to the Lord: it shall not be treasured nor laid up; but for those that dwell before the Lord shall her gain be, to eat to fulness, and for magnificent clothing.
