Isaiah 23

massa tsor helilu oniyyot tarshish ki-shuddad mibbayit mibbo me'erets kittim niglah-lamo

The “Tyre” Pronouncement. Howl, you ships of Tarshish! For havoc has been wrought, not a house is left; As they came from the land of Kittim, This was revealed to them.

dommu yosheve i sokher tsidon over yam milukh

Moan, you coastland dwellers, You traders of Sidon, Once thronged by seafarers,

uvemayim rabbim zera shikhor qetsir ye'or tevu'atah vattehi sekhar goyim

Over many waters Your revenue came: From the trade of nations, From the grain of Shihor, The harvest of the Nile.

boshi tsidon ki-amar yam ma'oz hayyam lemor lo-khalti velo-yaladti velo giddalti bakhurim romamti vetulot

Be ashamed, O Sidon! For the sea—this stronghold of the sea—declares, “I am as one who has never labored, Never given birth, Never raised youths Or reared maidens!”

ka'asher-shema lemitsrayim yakhilu keshema tsor

When the Egyptians heard it, they quailed As when they heard about Tyre.

ivru tarshishah helilu yosheve i

Pass on to Tarshish— Howl, you coastland dwellers!

hazot lakhem allizah mime-qedem qadmatah yoviluha ragleha merakhoq lagur

Was such your merry city In former times, of yore? Did her feet carry her off To sojourn far away?

mi ya'ats zot al-tsor hamma'atirah asher sokhareha sarim kinaneha nikhbadde-arets

Who was it that planned this For crown-wearing Tyre, Whose merchants were nobles, Whose traders the world honored?

Adonai tseva'ot ye'atsah lekhallel ge'on kol-tsevi lehaqel kol-nikhbadde-arets

GOD of Hosts planned it— To defile all glorious beauty, To shame all the honored of the world.

ivri artsekh kayor bat-tarshish en mezakh od

Traverse your land like the Nile, Fair Tarshish; This is a harbor no more.

yado natah al-hayyam hirgiz mamlakhot Adonai tsivvah el-kena'an lashmid ma'uzneha

GOD poised an arm o’er the sea And made kingdoms quake— Decreeing destruction For Phoenicia’s strongholds,

vayyomer lo-tosifi od laloz hame'ushaqah betulat bat-tsidon (khtyym) [kittim] qumi avori gam-sham lo-yanuakh lakh

And said, “You shall be exultant no more, O plundered one, Fair Maiden Sidon. Up, cross over to Kittim— Even there you shall have no rest.”

hen erets kasdim zeh ha'am lo hayah ashur yesadah letsiyyim heqimu (vkhynyv) [vakhunayw] oreru armenoteha samah lemappelah

Behold the land of Chaldea— This is the people that has ceased to be. Assyria, which founded it for ships, Which raised its watchtowers, Erected its ramparts, Has turned it into a ruin.

helilu oniyyot tarshish ki shuddad ma'uzzekhen

Howl, O ships of Tarshish, For your stronghold is destroyed!

vehayah bayyom hahu venishkakhat tsor shivim shanah kime melekh ekhad miqqets shivim shanah yihyeh letsor keshirat hazzonah

In that day, Tyre shall remain forgotten for seventy years, equaling the lifetime of one king. After a lapse of seventy years, it shall go with Tyre as with the prostitute in the ditty:

qekhi khinnor sobbi ir zonah nishkakhah hetivi naggen harbi-shir lema'an tizzakheri

Take a lyre, go about the town, Prostitute long forgotten; Sweetly play, make much music, To bring you back to mind.

vehayah miqqets shivim shanah yifqod Adonai et-tsor veshavah le'etnannah vezanetah et-kol-mamlekhot ha'arets al-pene ha'adamah

For after a lapse of seventy years, GOD will take note of Tyre, and she shall resume her “fee-taking” and “play the prostitute” with all the kingdoms of the world, on the face of the earth.

vehayah sakhrah ve'etnannah qodesh la-Adonai lo ye'atser velo yekhasen ki layyoshevim lifne Adonai yihyeh sakhrah le'ekhol lesovah velimkhasseh atiq

But her profits and “hire” shall be consecrated to GOD. They shall not be treasured or stored; rather shall her profits go to those who abide before GOD, that they may eat their fill and clothe themselves elegantly.