Isaia 23
1 Ty nibangoeñe i Tsore: mangolalaiha ry lakam-bein-Tarsiseo; narotsake re: pok’anjomba, tsy amam-pitolia; natalili’ o boake Kitio.
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 Mianjina ry mpimoneñ’ añ’olotse añe; ry natsafe’ o mpanao takina’ i Tsidone, mpitsake i riakeio.
Be amazed, ye inhabitants of the sea-coast, Which the merchants of Sidon, that pass over the sea, did crowd!
3 Ty tabiri’ i Sihore an-drano mieneneo, ty voka’ i Sakay ty tambe’e; ie ty ni-tsena’ o kilakila’ ndatio.
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 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 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 Ie pok’ e Mitsraime añe i taliliy, le hioremeñe iereo ty amy enta’ i Tsore.
When the tidings shall reach Egypt, They shall be filled with anguish at the tidings concerning Tyre.
6 Mitsaha mb’e Tarsise mb’eo; mangoihoia ry mpimoneñ’añ’olotseo.
Pass ye over to Tarshish; Howl, ye inhabitants of the sea-coast!
7 Itoy hao i rova nirebeha’ areoy, i nioreñe haehaey? i naneseañe o fandia’eo hitaveañe an-tsietoitaney?
Is this your joyous city, Whose antiquity is of ancient days? Now her own feet bear her To sojourn far away.
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 purposed this against Tyre, The dispenser of crowns, Whose merchants are princes, Whose traders the nobles of the earth?
9 Ereñere’ Iehovà’ i Màroy izay, hanivàñe ty firengevoha’ ze hene engeñe, hamotsaha’e ze fonga onjoneñe an-tane atoy.
Jehovah of hosts hath purposed it, To bring down the pride of all glory, To humble the nobles of the earth.
10 Manginahinà an-tane’o eo an-tsata’ i Sakay, ry anak’ampela’ i Tarsise! fa tsy eo ty mikalañe.
Go over thy land like the Nile, O daughter of Tarshish! Now thy bonds are broken.
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 made the kingdoms tremble; Jehovah hath given commandment concerning Canaan To destroy her strong holds.
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.
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 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 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 Mangolalaiha ry lakam-bei’ i Tarsiseo, fa rotsake i fiampira’oy.
Howl, ye ships of Tarshish! For your stronghold is destroyed.
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 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 Tintino i marovaniy, mañariaria an-drova ao, ry karapilo tsy tiahy; titiho feo mamy, isabò sabo maro, hahatiahiañe azo.
“Take thy lyre, go about the city, O harlot, long forgotten; Make sweet melody; sing many songs, That thou mayst again 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.
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 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.
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.
