Isaiah 23
1 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.
Men yon mesaj pou lavil Tir: -Nou menm maren ki sou batiman Tasis yo, nou mèt plenn sò nou! Lavil Tasis fini. Pa gen kay ankò, pa gen pò! Yo t'ap tounen soti peyi Kitim lè yo pran nouvèl la.
2 Be dumb, ye inhabitants of the Coast, —Whom the merchants of Zidon, passing over the sea, once replenished;
Nou menm kòmèsan Sidon yo, moun lakòt, nou pral rete men nan bouch. Nou te voye moun lòt bò lanmè
3 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.
achte ble yo rekòlte bò larivyè Nil nan peyi Lejip la, apre sa pou nou mache vann li avèk gwo benefis. Nou t'ap fè kòmès ak tout peyi.
4 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.
Lavil Sidon, ou menm ki te yon si bon pò, yo pral fè ou wont! Lanmè a pale, li di konsa: Mwen pa janm gen pitit, mwen pa janm fè pitit. Mwen pa janm gen pitit gason pou m' elve, ni pitit fi pou m' bay levasyon.
5 Like the report of Egypt, They shall be in pangs at the like report of Tyre.
Lè moun Lejip yo va pran nouvèl sa ki te rive lavil Tir, yo pral tranble nan kanson yo!
6 Pass ye over to Tarshish, —Howl ye inhabitants of the Coast:
Nou menm moun peyi Finisi, moun lakòt, travèse lòt bò lanmè. Al nan peyi Tasis. Nou mèt plenn sò nou!
7 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.
Lavil sa a, se pa lavil kote moun te toujou ap fè fèt la? Se pa yon lavil ki la depi nan tan lontan? Se pa lavil ki te konn voye yon koloni moun pa l' yo al tabli nan peyi lòt bò lanmè pou chita pouvwa li plis?
8 Who hath purposed this, against Tyre, The bestower of crowns, —Whose merchants are princes, Her traders the honourable of the earth?
Se lavil Tir wa a te chita ap nonmen chèf. Tout kòmèsan li yo, se gwo chèf yo te ye. Negosyan l' yo menm, se moun yo te respekte toupatou sou latè. Kilès ki te pran desizyon fè lavil Tir la sa?
9 Yahweh of hosts, hath purposed it, —To humble the pride of all beauty, To make of little esteem all the honourable of the earth.
Se Seyè ki gen tout pouvwa a ki te pran desizyon sa a. Li fè sa pou kraze lògèy yo te genyen pou tout bèl bagay yo te fè, pou l' te ka trennen tout grannèg peyi a nan labou.
10 Pass through thy land as the Nile, —O daughter of Tarshish, there is no restraint any longer!
Nou menm moun li yo ki nan peyi Tasis, pito nou travay tè nou tankou moun bò larivyè Nil yo. Pa gen moun pou pwoteje nou ankò.
11 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.
Seyè a te lonje men l' anwo lanmè a. Li te jete wa ki t'ap gouvènen yo a. Li te bay lòd pou yo detwi tout pò moun Finisi yo te gen nan peyi Kanaran.
12 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.
Li di: -Nou menm, moun lavil Siyon, nou pa nan fè fèt ankò! Nou tankou yon jenn fi yo ta fè kadejak sou li. Nou mèt leve, travèse lòt bò lanmè. Al nan peyi Kitim. Menm la, yo p'ap kite nou an repo.
13 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!
Gade peyi Tir la! Se pa moun Lasiri yo ki te lage l' nan men bèt nan bwa yo. Se moun Babilòn yo ki te fè sa. Se yo ki te bati fò won byen wo pou sènen peyi a. Yo kraze tout fò lavil Tir yo. Yo fè yo tounen mazi.
14 Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, —For laid waste is your fortress.
Nou menm maren ki sou batiman Tasis yo, nou mèt plenn sò nou, paske yo detwi gwo pò nou an!
15 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:
Yon lè ap rive, yo pral bliye lavil Tir pandan swasanndizan, laj yon wa rive genyen anvan li mouri. Men, apre swasanndizan sa yo, lavil Tir pral tankou jennès yo pale nan chante a:
16 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.
Pran gita ou! Mache nan tout lavil la! Ou menm, jennès yo te bliye a! Jwe bèl mizik, chante bèl chante ou yo ankò pou yo ka chonje ou!
17 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.
Wi, apre swasanndizan, Seyè a va kite lavil Tir reprann menm vye kòmès li a. Lavil Tir pral lage kò l' nan fè bagay derespektan ankò, li pral nan fè dezòd ak tout chèf k'ap gouvènen toupatou sou latè.
18 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.
Men, y'ap pran lajan y'ap ba li a ansanm ak benefis l'ap fè nan kòmès sal li a, y'ap mete yo apa pou Seyè a. Li p'ap ka ranmase yo pou l' sere. Se moun k'ap sèvi Seyè a ki pral sèvi ak lajan sa a pou achte manje plen vant yo ak bèl rad pou mete sou yo.
