Isaiah 23
Berean Standard BibleTranslation
Berean Standard Bible
Baibala Hemolele (Hawaiian Bible, 1868 revision)
1This is the burden against Tyre: Wail, O ships of Tarshish, for Tyre is laid waste, without house or harbor. Word has reached them from the land of Cyprus.
1KA wanana no Turo. E aoa oukou, e na moku o Taresisa, No ka mea, ua anaiia oia, aohe hale, aole wahi e komo ai; Ua haiia mai ia lakou, mai ka aina o Kitima mai.
2Be silent, O dwellers of the coastland, you merchants of Sidon, whose traders have crossed the sea.
2E noho malie, e ka poe noho ma kahakai; Holo ae la ka mea kalepa o Zidona, mai kela aoao ae o ke kai, a hoopiha no ia ia oe.
3On the great waters came the grain of Shihor; the harvest of the Nile was the revenue of Tyre; she was the merchant of the nations.
3O ka hua o ka Nile, i ulu ma na wai nui, A me ka ai o ka muliwai, oia kona waiwai; A lilo ia i wahi kuai no na aina.
4Be ashamed, O Sidon, the stronghold of the sea, for the sea has spoken: “I have not been in labor or given birth. I have not raised young men or brought up young women.”
4E hilahila oe, e Zidona, No ka mea, ua olelo mai ko kai, o kahi paa hoi o ke kai, I mai, Aole au i kuakoko, aole au i hanau keiki, Aole au i hanai i kanaka ui, Aole hoi au i malama i na wahine puupaa.
5When the report reaches Egypt, they will writhe in agony over the news of Tyre.
5A hiki aku ka lohe i Aigupita, E nahu hookina lakou, no ka lohe ana ia Turo.
6Cross over to Tarshish; wail, O inhabitants of the coastland!
6E hele ae oukou i Taresisa, E aoa oukou, e ka poe noho ma kahakai.
7Is this your jubilant city, whose origin is from antiquity, whose feet have taken her to settle far away?
7O keia anei ko oukou wahi i hauoli ai, Ka mea i hookumuia i ka wa kahiko loa? Na kona wawae e lawe aku ia ia i kahi loihi e noho ai.
8Who planned this against Tyre, the bestower of crowns, whose traders are princes, whose merchants are renowned on the earth?
8Owai ka mea i manao mua i keia ia Turo, I ka mea i hoalii aku ia hai? He poe alii no kona poe kalepa, A o kona poe kuai, he poe koikoi no o ka aina.
9The LORD of Hosts planned it, to defile all its glorious beauty, to disgrace all the renowned of the earth.
9Ua manao mai o Iehova o na kaua ia mea, I hoohaumia oia i ka hanohano o na mea nani a pau, A e hoohaahaa hoi i na mea koikoi a pau o ka honua.
10Cultivate your land like the Nile, O Daughter of Tarshish; there is no longer a harbor.
10E hele oe maluna o kou aina e like me ka wai kahe, E ke kaikamahine o Taresisa, aole kaei i koe.
11The LORD has stretched out His hand over the sea; He has made kingdoms tremble. He has given a command that the strongholds of Canaan be destroyed.
11O aku no oia i kona lima maluna o ke kai, Hoonaueue no oia i na aupuni: Ua kauoha mai o Iehova no Poinike, E hooki loa aku i kona mau pakaua.
12He said, “You shall rejoice no more, O oppressed Virgin Daughter of Sidon. Get up and cross over to Cyprus— even there you will find no rest.”
12A ua olelo mai ia, Aole oe e hooho lanakila hou, E ka wahine puupaa i pue wale ia, ke kaikamahine a Zidona; E ku iluna, e hele i kela aoao, i Kitima; Aole nae e loaa ia oe ka maha malaila.
13Look at the land of the Chaldeans — a people now of no account. The Assyrians destined it for the desert creatures; they set up their siege towers and stripped its palaces. They brought it to ruin.
13Aia hoi ko ka aina o Kaledea; He mea ole keia poe kanaka, A hookumu ko Asuria ia wahi no ka poe i noho ma ka waonahele; Na lakou i kukulu i kolaila mau halekiai, A hana no hoi i kolaila mau halealii; A nana i hoohiolo i na kauhale.
14Wail, O ships of Tarshish, for your harbor has been destroyed!
14E aoa oukou, e na moku o Taresisa, No ka mea, ua hoohioloia kou pakaua,
15At that time Tyre will be forgotten for seventy years—the span of a king’s life. But at the end of seventy years, it will happen to Tyre as in the song of the harlot:
15A hiki aku i kela la, E hoopoinaia no o Turo i na makahiki he kanahiku, E like me na makahiki o ke alii hookahi: A pau na makahiki he kanahiku, Alaila, e olioli no o Turo me ka ka wahine hookamakama.
16“Take up your harp, stroll through the city, O forgotten harlot. Make sweet melody, sing many a song, so you will be remembered.”
16E lawe oe i ka lira, e poai i ke kulanakauhale, E ka wahine hookamakama i hoopoinaia: E hookanikani maikai, e hoonui i ka olioli, I hoomanao hou ia'i oe.
17And at the end of seventy years, the LORD will restore Tyre. Then she will return to hire as a prostitute and sell herself to all the kingdoms on the face of the earth.
17A hiki i ka pau ana o na makahiki he kanahiku, Alaila e nana mai no o Iehova ia Turo, A e hoi hou no ia i kana hana e waiwai ai, A e moe kolohe no oia me ko na aupuni a pau o keia ao, Maluna o ka honua nei.
18Yet her profits and wages will be set apart to the LORD; they will not be stored or saved, for her profit will go to those who live before the LORD, for abundant food and fine clothing.
18Aka, o kona waiwai loaa, a me kona uku, E laa no ia no Iehova, Aole ia e hoahuia, aole e malamaia ma kahi e; No ka mea, o kona waiwai kuai, no ka poe ia e noho ana imua o Iehova, I mea e ai ai a maona, a i mea aahu nani.
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