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.
The oracle on Tyre, —Howl! ye ships of Tarshish, For it is laid too waste to be a haven to enter, From the land of Cyprus, hath it been unveiled to them.
2 Whakarongoa, e nga tangata o te motu; kua ki na koe i ta nga kaihokohoko o Hairona e rere nei i te moana.
Be dumb, ye inhabitants of the Coast, —Whom the merchants of Zidon, passing over the sea, once replenished;
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.
Yea on mighty waters, was the grain of Shihor, The harvest of the Nile, was her increase, —And so she became a mart of 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.
Turn thou pale, O Zidon, For spoken hath the sea, the fortress of the sea saying, —I have neither been in pangs nor given birth I have neither brought up young men nor promoted virgins.
5 Ka tae te rongo ki Ihipa, ka tino mamae ratou, ki te rongo o Taira.
Like the report of Egypt, They shall be in pangs at the like report of Tyre.
6 Whakawhiti atu ki Tarahihi; aue, e nga tangata o te motu.
Pass ye over to Tarshish, —Howl ye inhabitants of the Coast:
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 to you an exultation? Though from ancient days, is her antiquity, Yet shall her own feet carry her away, far off to dwell.
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 hath purposed this, against Tyre, The bestower of crowns, —Whose merchants are princes, Her traders the honourable of the earth?
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.
Yahweh of hosts, hath purposed it, —To humble the pride of all beauty, To make of little esteem all the honourable of the earth.
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.
Pass through thy land as the Nile, —O daughter of Tarshish, there is no restraint any longer!
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.
His hand, hath he stretched out over the sea, He hath shaken kingdoms, —Yahweh, hath given command against the Phoenician coast, To destroy her 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.
Therefore hath he said, —No more, again, do thou exult, Thou violated virgin daughter of Zidon, —To Cyprus, arise and pass over, Even there, shall one find thee no 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.
Lo! the land of the Chaldeans, This is the people that was not, Assyria, founded it for the inhabitants of the desert, —They set up its siege-towers, They demolished its palaces Made it a ruin!
14 Aue, e nga kaipuke o Tarahihi: kua kore hoki to koutou pa kaha.
Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, —For laid waste is your fortress.
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.
So shall it be in that day, That Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, According to the days of a certain king: At the end of seventy years, shall it befall Tyre according to the song of the harlot:
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 thou a lyre, Go round the city, O harlot forgotten, —Sweetly touch the strings Lengthen out the song, That thou mayest be called to mind.
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.
So shall it be, at the end of seventy years, That Yahweh will visit Tyre, And she will return to her hire, —Yea she will play the harlot—with all the kingdoms of the earth, upon the face of the ground.
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.
But her merchandise and her hire, shall be hallowed unto Yahweh, It shall not be stored up, nor hoarded, —For, to them who dwell before Yahweh, shall her merchandise belong, That they may eat to satisfaction And have stately apparel.
