Isaiah Chapter 23
Ayo, Tyre's totally wrecked. Ships from Tarshish, you gotta scream; no pads, no hanging out—Chittim spilled the tea on this.
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.
Chill out, island homies; those Zidon traders that surf the waves got your stacks.
Be still, ye inhabitants of the isle; thou whom the merchants of Zidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished. {still: Heb. silent}
Big waves, Sihor's seeds, and river vibes is where she racks up cash; she's a full-on marketplace for the nations.
And by great waters the seed of Sihor, the harvest of the river, {is} her revenue; and she is a mart of nations.
Zidon, you’re looking real sus; the sea’s throwing shade, like, "I ain't producing anything or raising the young ones."
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.
Just like Egypt's news dropped hard, Tyre’s gonna feel it the same way, no cap.
As at the report concerning Egypt, {so} shall they be sorely pained at the report of Tyre.
Bounce over to Tarshish; howl it out, island fam.
Pass ye over to Tarshish; howl, ye inhabitants of the isle.
Is this your hype spot, with ancient feels? She’s gonna piece out, no doubt.
{Is} this your joyous {city}, whose antiquity {is} of ancient days? her own feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn. {afar...: Heb. from afar off}
Who’s plotting against Tyre, the lit city with merchants acting like straight-up royalty?
Who hath taken this counsel against Tyre, the crowning {city}, whose merchants {are} princes, whose traffickers {are} the honourable of the earth?
The Lord's got plans to knock down all that glory and make the posh folks look suspect.
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. {to stain: Heb. to pollute}
Flow through your turf like a stream, daughter of Tarshish; no more strength left, fr.
Pass through thy land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish: {there is} no more strength. {strength: Heb. girdle}
He reached out over the sea, shook the kingdoms: the Lord said, "Merchant city, you're toast."
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. {against...: or, concerning a merchantman} {the merchant city: Heb. Canaan} {strong...: or, strengths}
No more hype for you, pressed Zidon girl; get up, bounce to Chittim; no chill there either.
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.
Peep the Chaldeans; they didn’t even exist until the Assyrian built it for wilderness peeps; they made towers and palaces just to watch it all fall apart.
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.
Howl, Tarshish ships; your strength's outta here, periodt.
Howl, ye ships of Tarshish: for your strength is laid waste.
One day, Tyre’s gonna be off the map for seventy years, like the reign of a king; after that, she'll be vibing again.
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. {shall Tyre...: Heb. it shall be unto Tyre as the song of an harlot}
Snag a harp, roam the city, forgotten harlot; drop some sweet tunes and hit those bangers, so you won’t fade into the past.
Take an harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered.
After seventy years, the Lord's gonna check back on Tyre, and she'll get back on her grind, teaming up with all the kingdoms on earth.
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.
Her goods and pay will be holy to the Lord; they won’t be hoarded; they’re for the ones in His presence, to munch and flex some fresh fits.
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. {durable: Heb. old}