Ihaia 23
1 Ko te poropititanga mo Taira. Aue, e nga kaipuke o Tarahihi; kua moti hoki ia, i kore ai he whare, i kore ai he tapokoranga: no te whenua o Kitimi te whakaaturanga ki a ratou.
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 Whakarongoa, e nga tangata o te motu; kua ki na koe i ta nga kaihokohoko o Hairona e rere nei i te moana.
Stay shocked into silence, people of the coastlands, merchants of Sidon, and sailors.
3 Kei nga wai nui, kei nga purapura o Hihoro, kei te tapahanga witi o te Naera, ona hua; ko ia ano te kaihokohoko ki nga iwi.
Egyptian grain came across the wide oceans. The Nile's harvest was what made Tyre money; she was the merchant to the nations.
4 Kia whakama koe, e Hairona, kua korero hoki te moana, te pa kaha o te moana kua mea, Kahore oku mamae hapu, kahore hoki ahau i whanau, kahore i atawhai tamariki, kahore i whakatupu kotiro.
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 Ka tae te rongo ki Ihipa, ka tino mamae ratou, ki te rongo o Taira.
When the news about Tyre reaches Egypt they will be in agony.
6 Whakawhiti atu ki Tarahihi; aue, e nga tangata o te motu.
Sail across to Tarshish! Howl, people of the coastlands!
7 Ko to koutou pa koa ianei tenei, ko tona tawhito nei no nga ra ano onamata? na ona waewae hoki ia i kawe ki tawhiti noho ai.
Is this really your triumphant city, whose beginnings are from the distant past, who has sent out people to colonize faraway places?
8 Na wai i whakatakoto tenei whakaaro mo Taira, mo te pa whakakarauna, he rangatira nei ona kaihokohoko; ko ona kaiwhakawhitiwhiti taonga, ko nga metararahi o te whenua?
Who planned this attack on Tyre? Tyre, who created kingdoms, whose merchants were princes, whose traders were honored around the world!
9 Na Ihowa o nga mano i whakatakoto, hei whakapoke i te whakapehapeha o nga mea ataahua katoa, hei mea kia whakahaweatia nga metararahi o te whenua.
The Lord Almighty planned it, to humble its pride in all its glory, and to bring down all who receive worldly honor.
10 Tika atu na waenganui i tou whenua, ano ko te Naera, e te tamahine a Tarahihi: kua kore he whitiki mou a mua ake.
Work your land, people of Tarshish, as they do beside the Nile, for you don't have a harbor anymore.
11 Kua totoro tona ringa ki runga ki te moana, whakangaueuetia ana e ia nga rangatiratanga. Na Ihowa te whakahau mo Kanaana, kia ngaro ona pa kaha.
The Lord held his hand out over the sea and shook kingdoms. He has condemned Phoenicia, giving the order to destroy their fortresses.
12 I mea ano ia, Kati rawa tou koa, e te wahine e tukinotia nei, e te tamahine a Hairona: whakatika, whakawhiti atu ki Kitimi; ahakoa i reira kahore he okiokinga mou.
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 Nana, te whenua o nga Karari, kua kahore tena iwi; kua whakaritea a reira e nga Ahiriana mo nga kirehe o te koraha: na ratou i whakaara a ratou pourewa, kua horo i a ratou ona whare kingi; kua meinga e ia hei ururua.
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 Aue, e nga kaipuke o Tarahihi: kua kore hoki to koutou pa kaha.
Howl, people on the ships of Tarshish because your fortress is destroyed!
15 I taua ra ka warewaretia a Taira, e whitu tekau tau, ko nga ra hoki o te kingi kotahi: i te mutunga o nga tau e whitu tekau ka rite ta Taira ki te waiata a te wahine kairau.
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 E mau ki te hapa, taiawhiotia te pa, e te wahine kairau i warewaretia nei; kia pai te waiata, kia maha nga waiata, kia maharatia ai koe.
“Take a lyre and walk around the city, forgotten prostitute! Play and sing so people will remember you!”
17 Na i te mutunga o nga tau e whitu tekau ka tirohia a Taira e Ihowa, a ka hoki ia ki tana utu, ka kairau ano ki nga kingitanga katoa o te whenua i runga i te mata o te oneone.
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 Na, ko ana mea hokohoko, me ona utu, he tapu ki a Ihowa: e kore e whaowhina ki te toa, e kore ano e rongoatia; engari ma te hunga e noho ana i te aroaro o Ihowa ana mea hokohoko, a ka makona ratou i te kai, ka roa ano te mau o te kakahu.
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.
