Isaiah 23
1 Ọ̀rọ̀-ìmọ̀ tí ó kan Tire. Hu, ìwọ ọkọ̀ ojú omi Tarṣiṣi! Nítorí a ti pa Tire run láìsí ilé tàbí èbúté. Láti ilẹ̀ Saipurọsi ni ọ̀rọ̀ ti wá sọ́dọ̀ wọn.
The Burden of Tyre. Howl, you ships of Tarshish, For it has been destroyed, Without house, without entrance, From the land of Chittim it was revealed to them.
2 Dákẹ́ jẹ́ẹ́, ẹ̀yin ènìyàn erékùṣù àti ẹ̀yin oníṣòwò ti Sidoni, ẹ̀yin tí àwọn a wẹ Òkun ti sọ dọlọ́rọ̀.
Be silent, you inhabitants of the island, Trader of Sidon, passing the sea, they filled you.
3 Láti orí àwọn omi ńlá ni irúgbìn ìyẹ̀fun ti ilẹ̀ Ṣihori ti wá; ìkórè ti odò Naili ni owóòná Tire, òun sì ti di ibùjókòó ọjà fún àwọn orílẹ̀-èdè.
And the seed of Sihor [is] in many waters, Her increase [is] the harvest of the brook, And she is a market of nations.
4 Kí ojú kí ó tì ọ́, ìwọ Sidoni àti ìwọ àní ìwọ ilé ààbò ti Òkun, nítorí Òkun ti sọ̀rọ̀. “Èmi kò tí ì wà ní ipò ìrọbí tàbí ìbímọ rí Èmi kò tí ì wo àwọn ọmọkùnrin tàbí kí n tọ́ àwọn ọmọbìnrin dàgbà rí.”
Be ashamed, O Sidon; for the sea spoke, The strength of the sea, saying, “I have not been pained, nor have I brought forth, Nor have I nourished young men, [nor] brought up virgins.”
5 Nígbà tí ọ̀rọ̀ bá dé Ejibiti, wọn yóò wà ní ìpayínkeke nípa ìròyìn láti Tire.
As they are pained [at] the report of Egypt, So [at] the report of Tyre.
6 Kọjá wá sí Tarṣiṣi; pohùnréré, ẹ̀yin ènìyàn erékùṣù.
Pass over to Tarshish, howl, you inhabitants of the island,
7 Ǹjẹ́ èyí náà ni ìlú àríyá yín, ògbólógbòó ìlú náà, èyí tí ẹsẹ̀ rẹ̀ ti sìn ín lọ láti lọ tẹ̀dó sí ilẹ̀ tí ó jìnnà réré.
Is this your exulting one? Her antiquity [is] from the days of old, Her own feet carry her far off to sojourn.
8 Ta ló gbèrò èyí sí Tire, ìlú aládé, àwọn oníṣòwò ẹni tí ó jẹ́ ọmọ-aládé tí àwọn oníṣòwò wọ́n jẹ́ ìlúmọ̀míká ní orílẹ̀ ayé?
Who has counseled this against Tyre, The crowning one, whose traders [are] princes, Her merchants—the honored of earth?
9 Olúwa àwọn ọmọ-ogun ti ṣètò rẹ̀, láti tẹrí ìgbéraga àti ògo rẹ ba àti láti rẹ gbogbo àwọn ọlọ́lá ilé ayé sílẹ̀.
YHWH of Hosts has counseled it, To defile the excellence of all beauty, To make light all the honored of earth.
10 Tu ilẹ̀ rẹ gẹ́gẹ́ bí i ti ipadò odò Ejibiti, ìwọ ọmọbìnrin Tarṣiṣi, nítorí ìwọ kò ní èbúté mọ́.
Pass through your land as a brook, Daughter of Tarshish, There is no longer a girdle.
11 Olúwa ti na ọwọ́ rẹ̀ jáde sí orí Òkun ó sì mú kí àwọn ilẹ̀ ọba wárìrì. Ó ti pa àṣẹ kan tí ó kan Kenaani pé kí a pa ilé ààbò rẹ̀ run.
He has stretched out His hand over the sea, He has caused kingdoms to tremble, YHWH has charged concerning the merchant one, To destroy her strong places.
12 Ó wí pé, “Kò sí àríyá fún ọ mọ́, ìwọ wúńdíá ti Sidoni, tí a ti tẹ̀ mọ́lẹ̀ báyìí! “Gbéra, rékọjá lọ sí Saipurọsi, níbẹ̀ pẹ̀lú o kì yóò ní ìsinmi.”
And He says, “You do not add to exult anymore, O oppressed one, virgin daughter of Sidon, To Chittim arise, pass over, Even there—there is no rest for you.”
13 Bojú wo ilẹ̀ àwọn ará Babeli, àwọn ènìyàn tí kò jámọ́ nǹkan kan báyìí. Àwọn Asiria ti sọ ọ́ di ibùgbé àwọn ohun ẹranko aginjù; wọn ti gbé ilé ìṣọ́ ìtẹ̀gùn wọn sókè, wọ́n ti tú odi rẹ̀ sí ìhòhò wọ́n sì ti sọ ọ́ di ààtàn.
Behold, the land of the Chaldeans—this people was not, Asshur founded it for desert-dwellers, They raised its watchtowers, They lifted up her palaces—He has appointed her for a ruin!
14 Hu, ìwọ ọkọ̀ ojú omi Tarṣiṣi; wọ́n ti pa odi rẹ̀ run!
Howl, you ships of Tarshish, For your strength has been destroyed.
15 Ní àkókò náà a ó gbàgbé Tire fún àádọ́rin ọdún, ọjọ́ ayé ọba kan. Ṣùgbọ́n ní òpin àádọ́rin ọdún wọ̀nyí, yóò ṣẹlẹ̀ sí Tire gẹ́gẹ́ bí orin àgbèrè:
And it has come to pass in that day, That Tyre is forgotten seventy years, According to the days of one king. At the end of seventy years there is to Tyre as the song of the harlot.
16 “Mú dùùrù kan, rìn kọjá láàrín ìlú, ìwọ àgbèrè tí a ti gbàgbé; lu dùùrù dáradára, kọ ọ̀pọ̀ orin, kí a lè ba à rántí rẹ.”
Take a harp, go around the city, O forgotten harlot, play well, Multiply song that you may be remembered.
17 Ní òpin àádọ́rin ọdún náà, Olúwa yóò bá Tire jà. Òun yóò sì padà sí àyálò rẹ̀ gẹ́gẹ́ bí panṣágà, yóò sì máa ṣe òwò rẹ̀ pẹ̀lú àwọn ilẹ̀ ọba tí ó wà ní ilẹ̀ ayé.
And it has come to pass, At the end of seventy years YHWH inspects Tyre, And she has returned to her wage, And she committed fornication With all kingdoms of the earth on the face of the ground.
18 Síbẹ̀síbẹ̀ èrè rẹ̀ àti owó iṣẹ́ rẹ̀ ni a ó yà sọ́tọ̀ fún Olúwa; a kò ní kó wọn pamọ́ tàbí kí a há wọn mọ́wọ́. Ère rẹ̀ ni a ó fi fún àwọn tí ó ń gbé níwájú Olúwa, fún ọ̀pọ̀lọpọ̀ oúnjẹ àti aṣọ.
And her merchandise and her wage have been holy to YHWH, Not treasured up nor stored, For her merchandise is to those sitting before YHWH, To eat to satiety, and for a lasting covering!
