Isaiah 23

1 This 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.

1 نُبُوءَةٌ بِشَأْنِ صُورَ: وَلْوِلِي يَا سُفُنَ تَرْشِيشَ، لأَنَّ صُورَ قَدْ هُدِمَتْ، فَلَمْ يَبْقَ بَيْتٌ وَلا مَرْفَأٌ. تَمَاماً كَمَا بَلَغَكُمُ النَّبَأُ وَأَنْتُمْ فِي أَرْضِ قُبْرُصَ.

2 Be silent, O dwellers of the coastland, you merchants of Sidon, whose traders have crossed the sea.

2 اصْمُتُوا يَا أَهْلَ السَّاحِلِ، يَا تُجَّارَ صَيْدُونَ، عَابِرِي الْبَحْرِ الَّذِينَ مَلَأْتُمُوهَا،

3 On 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.

3 فَقَدْ قَدِمَتْ فَوْقَ الْمِيَاهِ الْكَثِيرَةِ سُفُنٌ مُحَمَّلَةٌ بِقَمْحِ شِيحُورَ وَحَصَادِ النِّيلِ، فَصَارَتْ هِيَ مَتْجَرَةَ الأُمَمِ.

4 Be 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.”

4 فَاخْجَلِي يَا صَيْدَا لأَنَّ الْبَحْرَ وَحِصْنَهُ قَدْ تَكَلَّمَا قَائِلَيْنِ: لَمْ أَتَمَخَّضْ وَلَمْ أَلِدْ، لَمْ أُنْشِئْ شَبَاباً وَلا رَبَّيْتُ عَذَارَى.

5 When the report reaches Egypt, they will writhe in agony over the news of Tyre.

5 عِنْدَمَا يَذِيعُ النَّبَأُ فِي مِصْرَ، يَتَوَجَّعُونَ لأَخْبَارِ صُورَ.

6 Cross over to Tarshish; wail, O inhabitants of the coastland!

6 اعْبُرُوا إِلَى تَرْشِيشَ، انْتَحِبُوا يَا أَهْلَ السَّاحِلِ.

7 Is this your jubilant city, whose origin is from antiquity, whose feet have taken her to settle far away?

7 أَهَذِهِ هِيَ مَدِينَتُكُمُ الْمُبْتَهِجَةُ الَّتِي نَشَأَتْ مُنْذُ الْقِدَمِ، وَالَّتِي تَنْقُلُهَا قَدَمَاهَا لِلتَغَرُّبِ فِي أَرْضٍ بَعِيدَةٍ؟

8 Who planned this against Tyre, the bestower of crowns, whose traders are princes, whose merchants are renowned on the earth?

8 مَنْ قَضَى بِهَذَا عَلَى صُورَ وَاهِبَةِ التِّيجَانِ، الَّتِي تُجَّارُهَا أُمَرَاءُ، وَمُتَكَسِّبُوهَا شُرَفَاءُ الأَرْضِ؟

9 The LORD of Hosts planned it, to defile all its glorious beauty, to disgrace all the renowned of the earth.

9 إِنَّ الرَّبَّ الْقَدِيرَ هُوَ الَّذِي قَضَى بِذَلِكَ، لِيَحُطَّ مِنْ كِبْرِيَاءِ كُلِّ مَجْدٍ، وَلِيُذِلَّ كُلَّ شُرَفَاءِ الأَرْضِ.

10 Cultivate your land like the Nile, O Daughter of Tarshish; there is no longer a harbor.

10 امْخُرِي عُبَابَ الْبَحْرِ يَا ابْنَةَ تَرْشِيشَ كَمَا يَخْتَرِقُ النِّيلُ أَرْضَ مِصْرَ إِذْ زَالَ مَرْفَأُكِ مِنَ الوُجُودِ.

11 The 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.

11 بَسَطَ الرَّبُّ يَدَهُ عَلَى الْبَحْرِ، وَزَعْزَعَ مَمَالِكَ، أَصْدَرَ أَمْرَهُ عَلَى كَنْعَانَ كَيْ تُدَمَّرَ حُصُونُهَا،

12 He 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.”

12 وَقَالَ: «لَنْ تَعُودِي تُعَرْبِدِينَ أَيَّتُهَا الْعَذْرَاءُ الَّتِي فَقَدَتْ شَرَفَهَا، يَا ابْنَةَ صَيْدُونَ هُبِّي وَاعْبُرِي إِلَى قُبْرُصَ، وَلَكِنَّكِ لَنْ تَجِدِي هُنَاكَ رَاحَةً».

13 Look 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.

13 تَأَمَّلِي فِي أَرْضِ الْكَلْدَانِيِّينَ وَانْظُرِي إِلَى شَعْبِهَا، فَهُمْ وَلَيْسَ الأَشُورِيُّونَ الَّذِينَ سَيَجْعَلُونَ صُورَ مَرْتَعاً لِلْوُحُوشِ، وَسَيَنْصِبُونَ حَوْلَهَا أَبْرَاجَهُمْ، وَيَمْسَحُونَ قُصُورَهَا عَنْ وَجْهِ الأَرْضِ، وَيُحَوِّلُونَهَا إِلَى خَرَابٍ.

14 Wail, O ships of Tarshish, for your harbor has been destroyed!

14 انْتَحِبِي يَا سُفُنَ تَرْشِيشَ لأَنَّ حُصُونَكِ قَدْ تَهَدَّمَتْ.

15 At 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:

15 وَفِي ذَلِكَ الْيَوْمِ تَظَلُّ صُورُ مَنْسِيَّةً طَوَالَ سَبْعِينَ سَنَةً، كَحِقْبَةِ حَيَاةِ مَلِكٍ وَاحِدٍ، وَفِي نِهَايَةِ السَّبْعِينَ سَنَةً يُصِيبُ صُورَ مِثْلُ مَا جَاءَ فِي أُغْنِيَةِ الْعَاهِرَةِ:

16 “Take up your harp, stroll through the city, O forgotten harlot. Make sweet melody, sing many a song, so you will be remembered.”

16 «خُذِي عُوداً وَطُوفِي فِي الْمَدِيَنةِ أَيَّتُهَا الْعَاهِرَةُ الْمَنْسِيَّةُ. أَتْقِنِي الْعَزْفَ عَلَى الْعُودِ وَأَكْثِرِي الْغِنَاءَ لَعَلَّكِ تُذْكَرِينَ».

17 And 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.

17 وَفِى نِهَايَةِ السَّبْعِينَ سَنَةً يَفْتَقِدُ الرَّبُّ صُورَ، فَتَرْجِعُ إِلَى عَهْدِهَا، وَتَزْنِي مَعَ كُلِّ مَمَالِكِ الأَرْضِ.

18 Yet 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.

18 أَمَّا تِجَارَتُهَا وَأُجْرَتُهَا فَتُصْبِحُ قُدْساً لِلرَّبِّ. لَا تُخْزَنُ وَلا تُدَّخَرُ لأَنَّ تِجَارَتَهَا تُوَفِّرُ غِذَاءً وَفِيراً، وَثِيَاباً فَاخِرَةً لِلسَّاكِنِينَ أَمَامَ الرَّبِّ.