Make You Cry, Ships of Tarshish
Tyre harbor don go and dem tell im trading partners make dem wail; di merchants wey dey crown kings and turn sea to market don keep quiet. Na our Papa plan am, to bring down all di pride wey dey shine. Di money wey she go make later go become holy.
23 1Di message wey concern Tyre: Make una cry, una ships of Tarshish, because dem don destroy una harbor, dem leave am without house or place to rest. Na from di land of Cyprus di news reach dem. 2Make una keep quiet, una wey dey live for di coast, una merchants of Sidon, wey una messengers dey cross di sea. 3Across di big waters na so di grain of Shihor come, di harvest of di Nile—na dis one be her money; and she come be di market place of di nations. 4Make shame catch you, Sidon, because di sea don talk, di stronghold of di sea, wey talk say: “I never labor nor born pikin, I never raise young men nor bring up young women.” 5Wen di report reach Egypt, dem go dey twist for pain wen dem hear di news about Tyre. 6Make una cross go Tarshish; make una cry, una wey dey live for di coast. 7Na dis one be una city wey dey full of joy, wey her beginning go far reach di ancient days, wey her leg carry her go settle for far-far lands? 8Na who plan dis thing against Tyre, di one wey dey give crown, wey her merchants na princes, wey her traders na di people wey get honor for di earth? 9Di Papa wey get di army of heaven na im plan am—to spoil all di proud glory, to bring low all di people wey get honor for di earth. 10Flow over your land like di Nile, daughter of Tarshish; harbor no dey again. 11E don stretch out im hand over di sea; e don shake di kingdoms. Our Papa don give di command concerning Canaan to destroy her strongholds.
12E talk say, “You no go rejoice again, di virgin daughter of Sidon wey dem don violate. Stand up, cross go Cyprus; even for there you no go find rest.”
13Look di land of di Babylon people! Na dis be di people wey no dey again; Assyria hand am over give di wild animals of di desert. Dem raise dia siege towers, dem strip her palaces bare, dem turn am to ruin. a a v13 For Hebrew: di Chaldeans — di people wey bin dey rule ancient Babylon. 14Make una cry, una ships of Tarshish, because dem don destroy una stronghold. 15For dat day dem go forget Tyre for seventy years, like di lifetime of one king. Wen di seventy years don end, wetin go happen to Tyre go be like di song of di prostitute: 16“Take harp, waka round di city, prostitute wey dem don forget; play am sweet, sing plenty songs, so dat dem go remember you.” 17Wen di seventy years don end, our Papa go turn im attention to Tyre, and she go go back to her money, dey sell herself like prostitute with all di kingdoms of di world across di earth. 18But her profit and her money go be set apart as holy thing to our Papa. Dem no go store am up or hoard am; her profit go go to dem wey dey live before our Papa, for plenty food and fine cloth.
