Isaías 23
Riveduta 1927
1Oracolo contro Tiro. Urlate, o navi di Tarsis! Poich’essa è distrutta; non più case! non più alcuno ch’entri in essa! Dalla terra di Kittim n’è giunta loro la notizia.
2Siate stupefatti, o abitanti della costa, che i mercanti di Sidon, passando il mare, affollavano!
3Attraverso le grandi acque, i grani del Nilo, la mèsse del fiume, eran la sua entrata; ell’era il mercato delle nazioni.
4Sii confusa, o Sidon! Poiché così parla il mare, la fortezza del mare: “Io non sono stata in doglie, e non ho partorito, non ho nutrito dei giovani, non ho allevato delle vergini”.
5Quando la notizia giungerà in Egitto, tutti saranno addolorati a sentir le notizie di Tiro.
6Passate a Tarsis, urlate, o abitanti della costa!
7E’ questa la vostra città sempre gaia, la cui origine data dai giorni antichi? I suoi piedi la portavano in terre lontane a soggiornarvi.
8Chi mai ha decretato questo contro Tiro, la dispensatrice di corone, i cui mercanti erano i principi, i cui negozianti eran dei nobili della terra?
9L’ha decretato l’Eterno degli eserciti, per offuscare l’orgoglio d’ogni splendore, per avvilire tutti i grandi della terra.
10Percorri liberamente il tuo paese, come fa il Nilo, figliuola di Tarsis! Nessun giogo più!
11L’Eterno ha steso la sua mano sul mare, ha fatto tramare i regni, ha ordinato riguardo a Canaan che sian distrutte le sue fortezze,
12e ha detto: “tu non continuerai più a rallegrarti, o figliuola di Sidon, vergine disonorata!” Lèvati, passa nel paese di Kittim! Neppur quivi troverai requie.
13Ecco il paese de’ Caldei, di questo popolo che già non esisteva, il paese che l’Assiro assegnò a questi abitatori del deserto. Essi innalzano le loro torri d’assedio, distruggono i palazzi di tiro, ne fanno un monte di rovine.
14Urlate, o navi di Tarsis, perché la vostra fortezza è distrutta.
15In quel giorno, Tiro cadrà nell’oblìo per settant’anni, per la durata della vita d’un re. In capo a settant’anni, avverrò di Tiro quel che dice la canzone della meretrice:
16Prendi la cetra, va’ attorno per la città, o meretrice dimenticata, suona bene, moltiplica i canti, perché qualcuno si ricordi di te.
17E in capo a settant’anni, l’Eterno visiterà Tiro, ed essa tornerà ai suoi guadagni, e si prostituirà con tutti i regni del mondo sulla faccia della terra.
18Ma i suoi guadagni e i suoi salari impuri saran consacrati all’Eterno, non saranno accumulati né riposti; poiché i suoi guadagni andranno a quelli che stanno nel cospetto dell’Eterno, perché mangino, si sazino, e si vestano d’abiti sontuosi.
Reina-Valera 1909
1CARGA de Tiro. Aullad, naves de Tarsis, porque destruída es hasta no quedar casa, ni entrada: de la tierra de Chîttim les es revelado.
2Callad, moradores de la isla, mercader de Sidón, que pasando la mar te henchían.
3Su provisión era de las sementeras que crecen con las muchas aguas del Nilo, de la mies del río. Fué también feria de gentes.
4Avergüénzate, Sidón, porque la mar, la fortaleza de la mar habló, diciendo: Nunca estuve de parto, ni parí, ni crié mancebos, ni levanté vírgenes.
5En llegando la fama á Egipto, tendrán dolor de las nuevas de Tiro.
6Pasaos á Tarsis; aullad, moradores de la isla.
7¿No era ésta vuestra ciudad alegre, su antigüedad de muchos días? Sus pies la llevarán á peregrinar lejos.
8¿Quién decretó esto sobre Tiro la coronada, cuyos negociantes eran príncipes, cuyos mercaderes eran los nobles de la tierra?
9Jehová de los ejércitos lo decretó, para envilecer la soberbia de toda gloria; y para abatir todos los ilustres de la tierra.
10Pasa cual río de tu tierra, oh hija de Tarsis; porque no tendrás ya más fortaleza.
11Extendió su mano sobre la mar, hizo temblar los reinos: Jehová mandó sobre Canaán que sus fuerzas sean debilitadas.
12Y dijo: No te alegrarás más, oh tú, oprimida virgen hija de Sidón. Levántate para pasar á Chîttim; y aun allí no tendrás reposo.
13Mira la tierra de los Caldeos; este pueblo no era; Assur la fundó para los que habitaban en el desierto: levantaron sus fortalezas, edificaron sus palacios; él la convirtió en ruinas.
14Aullad, naves de Tarsis; porque destruída es vuestra fortaleza.
15Y acontecerá en aquel día, que Tiro será puesta en olvido por setenta años, como días de un rey. Después de los setenta años, cantará Tiro canción como de ramera.
16Toma arpa, y rodea la ciudad, oh ramera olvidada: haz buena melodía, reitera la canción, porque tornes en memoria.
17Y acontecerá, que al fin de los setenta años visitará Jehová á Tiro: y tornaráse á su ganancia, y otra vez fornicará con todos los reinos de la tierra sobre la haz de la tierra.
18Mas su negociación y su ganancia será consagrada á Jehová: no se guardará ni se atesorará, porque su negociación será para los que estuvieren delante de Jehová, para que coman hasta hartarse, y vistan honradamente.
King James Version
1The 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.
2Be still, ye inhabitants of the isle; thou whom the merchants of Zidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished.
3And by great waters the seed of Sihor, the harvest of the river, is her revenue; and she is a mart of nations.
4Be 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.
5As at the report concerning Egypt, so shall they be sorely pained at the report of Tyre.
6Pass ye over to Tarshish; howl, ye inhabitants of the isle.
7Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days? her own feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn.
8Who hath taken this counsel against Tyre, the crowning city, whose merchants are princes, whose traffickers are the honourable of the earth?
9The LORD of hosts hath purposed it, to stain the pride of all glory, and to bring into contempt all the honourable of the earth.
10Pass through thy land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish: there is no more strength.
11He 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.
12And 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.
13Behold 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.
14Howl, ye ships of Tarshish: for your strength is laid waste.
15And 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.
16Take an harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered.
17And 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.
18And 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.
World English Bible
1The burden of Tyre. Howl, you ships of Tarshish! For it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in. From the land of Kittim it is revealed to them.
2Be still, you inhabitants of the coast, you whom the merchants of Sidon that pass over the sea have replenished.
3On great waters, the seed of the Shihor, the harvest of the Nile, was her revenue. She was the market of nations.
4Be ashamed, Sidon; for the sea has spoken, the stronghold of the sea, saying, “I have not travailed, nor given birth, neither have I nourished young men, nor brought up virgins.”
5When the report comes to Egypt, they will be in anguish at the report of Tyre.
6Pass over to Tarshish! Wail, you inhabitants of the coast!
7Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days, whose feet carried her far away to travel?
8Who has planned this against Tyre, the giver of crowns, whose merchants are princes, whose traders are the honorable of the earth?
9The LORD of Armies has planned it, to stain the pride of all glory, to bring into contempt all the honorable of the earth.
10Pass through your land like the Nile, daughter of Tarshish. There is no restraint any more.
11He has stretched out his hand over the sea. He has shaken the kingdoms. The LORD has ordered the destruction of Canaan’s strongholds.
12He said, “You shall rejoice no more, you oppressed virgin daughter of Sidon. Arise, pass over to Kittim. Even there you will have no rest.”
13Behold, the land of the Chaldeans. This people didn’t exist. The Assyrians founded it for those who dwell in the wilderness. They set up their towers. They overthrew its palaces. They made it a ruin.
14Howl, you ships of Tarshish, for your stronghold is laid waste!
15It will come to pass in that day that Tyre will be forgotten seventy years, according to the days of one king. After the end of seventy years it will be to Tyre like in the song of the prostitute.
16Take a harp; go about the city, you prostitute that has been forgotten. Make sweet melody. Sing many songs, that you may be remembered.
17It will happen after the end of seventy years that the LORD will visit Tyre. She will return to her wages, and will play the prostitute with all the kingdoms of the world on the surface of the earth.
18Her merchandise and her wages will be holiness to the LORD. It will not be treasured nor laid up; for her merchandise will be for those who dwell before the LORD, to eat sufficiently, and for durable clothing.