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.
Faminaniana ny amin’ ny loza hanjo an’ i Tyro. Midradradradrà ianareo, ry sambon’ i Tarsisy ô! Fa rava Tyro, ka tsy misy trano sady tsy azo idirana intsony ao; Avy tany amin’ ny tany Kitima no nanambarana izany taminy.
2 Be dumb, ye inhabitants of the Coast, —Whom the merchants of Zidon, passing over the sea, once replenished;
Mangìna, ianareo mponina amoron-tsiraka! Ny mpandranto avy any Sidona, Izay mandeha eny ambonin’ ny ranomasina, no efa nampanan-karena anao.
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.
Teny amin’ ny rano be ny varin’ i Sihora, dia ny vokatr’ i Neily, ka nampiditra harena ho azy; Ary tonga tsenan’ ny firenena izy.
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.
Aoka ho menatra ianao, ry Sidona; Fa ny ranomasina, dia ny fiarovana mafy ao an-dranomasina, efa niteny hoe: Tsy mbola nihetsi-jaza aho, na niteraka, tsy mbola nitaiza zatovo aho, na namelona virijina.
5 Like the report of Egypt, They shall be in pangs at the like report of Tyre.
Rehefa re tany Egypta izany, Dia toran-kovitra izy noho ny nanjo an’ i Tyro.
6 Pass ye over to Tarshish, —Howl ye inhabitants of the Coast:
Mità ho any Tarsisy ianareo; Midradradradrà, ry mponina amoron-tsiraka.
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.
Izao va no manjo anao, ry ilay niravoravo, izay efa naorina hatry ny fony fahagola sady nentin’ ny tongony hivahiny any lavitra any?
8 Who hath purposed this, against Tyre, The bestower of crowns, —Whose merchants are princes, Her traders the honourable of the earth?
Iza no nikasa izany hamelezana an’ i Tyro, mpanome satro-boninahitra, izany? Mpanapaka ny mpandrantony, Olo-malaza amin’ ny tany ny mpivarony.
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.
Jehovah, Tompon’ ny maro, no nikasa izany, mba hampietreny ny fiavonavonan’ ny voninahitra rehetra, sy hanalany ny voninahitry ny olo-malaza rehetra amin’ ny tany.
10 Pass through thy land as the Nile, —O daughter of Tarshish, there is no restraint any longer!
Ry Tarsisy zanakavavy, aoka ianao hanafotra ny taninao tahaka an’ i Neily; Fa tsy misy fifehezana intsony.
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.
Ny tànan’ i Jehovah nahifiny tambonin’ ny ranomasina; Nampihorohoroiny ny fanjakana; Jehovah efa nandidy ny amin’ i Kanana, mba horavana ny fiarovany mafy.
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.
Ary hoy Izy: Tsy hiravoravo intsony ianao, ry virijina afa-baraka, Sidona zanakavavy; Miaingà, mità ho any Kitima; Kanefa na dia any aza tsy hahita fitsaharana tsy akory ianao.
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!
Indro ny tanin’ ny Kaldeana! Tsy firenena intsony izy, fa nataon’ ny Asyriana fonenan’ ny bibi-dia any an-efitra; Manao tilikambo fitiliana izy ka mandrava ny lapan’ ny mpanjaka ao ary mampody azy ho korontam-bato.
14 Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, —For laid waste is your fortress.
Midradradradrà ianareo, ry sambon’ i Tarsisy ô! Fa rava ny fiarovanareo mafy.
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:
Ary amin’ izany andro izany dia hohadinoina fito-polo taona Tyro, toy ny andron’ ny mpanjaka iray; Ary rehefa afaka fito-polo taona, Tyro dia hiharan’ ilay tonon-kalon’ ny janga manao hoe:
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.
“Makà lokanga, ka miveziveze eran’ ny tanàna ianao, ry kala janga hadino; Mitendre tsara, ka mahereza mivazovazo, mba hahatsiarovana anao.”
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.
Ary rehefa afaka fito-polo taona, Jehovah hamangy an’ i Tyro, ka dia hiverina amin’ ny filan-tangy izy sy hijangajanga amin’ ny fanjakana rehetra manerana izao tontolo izao.
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.
Ary ny varony sy ny tangy azony dia hohamasinina ho an’ i Jehovah; Tsy hotehirizina na horaketina izany; Fa ny varony dia ho an’ izay mitoetra eo anatrehan’ i Jehovah, ho hanina mahavoky sy ho fitafiana mendrika.
