Isaiah 23

The burden of Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish; for it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in: from the land of Chittim it is revealed 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.

Be still, ye inhabitants of the isle; thou whom the merchants of Zidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished.

Nou menm kòmèsan Sidon yo, moun lakòt, nou pral rete men nan bouch. Nou te voye moun lòt bò lanmè

And by great waters the seed of Sihor, the harvest of the river, is her revenue; and she is 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.

Be thou ashamed, O Zidon: for the sea hath spoken, even the strength of the sea, saying, I travail not, nor bring forth children, neither do I nourish up young men, nor bring up 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.

As at the report concerning Egypt, so shall they be sorely pained at the report of Tyre.

Lè moun Lejip yo va pran nouvèl sa ki te rive lavil Tir, yo pral tranble nan kanson yo!

Pass ye over to Tarshish; howl, ye inhabitants of the isle.

Nou menm moun peyi Finisi, moun lakòt, travèse lòt bò lanmè. Al nan peyi Tasis. Nou mèt plenn sò nou!

Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days? her own feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn.

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?

Who hath taken this counsel against Tyre, the crowning city, whose merchants are princes, whose traffickers are 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?

The LORD of hosts hath purposed it, to stain the pride of all glory, and to bring into contempt 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.

Pass through thy land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish: there is no more strength.

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.

He stretched out his hand over the sea, he shook the kingdoms: the LORD hath given a commandment against the merchant city, to destroy the strong holds thereof.

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.

And he said, Thou shalt no more rejoice, O thou oppressed virgin, daughter of Zidon: arise, pass over to Chittim; there also shalt thou have 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.

Behold the land of the Chaldeans; this people was not, till the Assyrian founded it for them that dwell in the wilderness: they set up the towers thereof, they raised up the palaces thereof; and he brought it to 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.

Howl, ye ships of Tarshish: for your strength is laid waste.

Nou menm maren ki sou batiman Tasis yo, nou mèt plenn sò nou, paske yo detwi gwo pò nou an!

And it shall come to pass in that day, that Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, according to the days of one king: after the end of seventy years shall Tyre sing as an 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:

Take an harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered.

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!

And it shall come to pass after the end of seventy years, that the LORD will visit Tyre, and she shall turn to her hire, and shall commit fornication with all the kingdoms of the world upon the face of the earth.

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.

And her merchandise and her hire shall be holiness to the LORD: it shall not be treasured nor laid up; for her merchandise shall be for them that dwell before the LORD, to eat sufficiently, and for durable clothing.

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.