Isaija 23
1 Breme Tiru. Ridajte laðe Tarsiske, jer je raskopan, da nema kuæe niti ko dolazi. Iz zemlje Kitimske javi im se.
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 Umuknite koji živite na ostrvu, koje trgovci Sidonski pomorci puniše.
Be dumb, ye inhabitants of the Coast, —Whom the merchants of Zidon, passing over the sea, once replenished;
3 I dohodi mu bijahu po velikim vodama sjeme Siorsko, žetva s rijeke, i bješe trg narodima.
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 Stidi se, Sidone, jer govori more, sila morska veli: ne muèim se poroðajem, ne raðam, ne odgajam momaka, ne podižem djevojaka.
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 Kao što se ožalostiše kad èuše za Misir, tako æe se ožalostiti kad èuju za Tir.
Like the report of Egypt, They shall be in pangs at the like report of Tyre.
6 Idite u Tarsis, ridajte ostrvljani!
Pass ye over to Tarshish, —Howl ye inhabitants of the Coast:
7 Je li to vaš veseli grad, kojega je starina od davnina? njegove æe ga noge zanijeti daleko u tuðinstvo.
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 Ko je to smislio na Tir, koji razdavaše vijence, èiji trgovci bjehu knezovi, i prekupci slavni na zemlji?
Who hath purposed this, against Tyre, The bestower of crowns, —Whose merchants are princes, Her traders the honourable of the earth?
9 Gospod je nad vojskama to smislio, da osramoti ponos svake slave i da poništi sve slavne na zemlji.
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 Prijeði preko zemlje svoje kao potok, kæeri Tarsiska; nema više pojasa.
Pass through thy land as the Nile, —O daughter of Tarshish, there is no restraint any longer!
11 Ruku svoju podiže na more, zadrma carstva; Gospod je zapovjedio za Hanan da se raskopaju gradovi njegovi.
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 veli: neæeš se više veseliti, osramoæena djevojko, kæeri Sidonska. Ustani, idi u Kitim, ni ondje neæeš imati mira.
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 Eto zemlje Haldejske; toga naroda nije bilo; Asur je osnova za one koji življahu u pustinjama, podigoše kule u njoj, pogradiše dvorove; i obrati se u razvaline.
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 Ridajte laðe Tarsiske, jer je raskopan vaš grad.
Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, —For laid waste is your fortress.
15 I tada æe Tir biti zarobljen sedamdeset godina, za vijek jednoga cara, a poslije sedamdeset godina pjevaæe se Tiru kao kurvi:
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 Uzmi gusle, idi po gradu, zaboravljena kurvo; dobro udaraj, pjevaj i popijevaj, eda bi te se opet opomenuli.
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 Jer poslije sedamdeset godina Gospod æe pohoditi Tir, a on æe se vratiti na kurvarsku zaslugu svoju, i kurvaæe se sa svijem carstvima na zemlji.
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 Ali æe trgovina njegova i zasluga njegova biti posveæena Gospodu, neæe se ostavljati ni èuvati, nego æe trgovina njegova biti onima koji nastavaju pred Gospodom da jedu do sitosti i imaju odijelo dobro.
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.
