The burden of Tyre. Howl,54 ye ships of Tarshish; for it is laid waste,27 so that there is no house, no entering in:2 from the land of Chittim it is revealed8 to them.
Be still,3 ye inhabitants6 of the isle; thou whom the merchants6 of Zidon, that pass over6 the sea, have replenished.14
And by great waters the seed of Sihor, the harvest of the river, [is] her revenue; and she is a mart of nations.
Be thou ashamed,3 O Zidon: for the sea hath spoken,1 [even] the strength of the sea, saying,2 I travail1 not, nor bring forth children,1 neither do I nourish up14 young men, [nor] bring up31 virgins.
As at the report concerning Egypt, [so] shall they be sorely pained4 at the report of Tyre.
Pass ye over3 to Tarshish; howl,54 ye inhabitants6 of the isle.
[Is] this your joyous [city], whose antiquity [is] of ancient days? her own feet shall carry55 her afar off to sojourn.2
Who hath taken this counsel1 against Tyre, the crowning56 [city], whose merchants6 [are] princes, whose traffickers [are] the honourable12 of the earth?
The LORD of hosts hath purposed1 it, to stain15 the pride of all glory, [and] to bring into contempt53 all the honourable12 of the earth.
Pass through3 thy land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish: [there is] no more strength.
He stretched out1 his hand over the sea, he shook52 the kingdoms: the LORD hath given a commandment14 against the merchant [city], to destroy53 the strong holds thereof.
And he said,4 Thou shalt no more55 rejoice,2 O thou oppressed30 virgin, daughter of Zidon: arise,3 pass over3 to Chittim; there also shalt thou have no rest.4
Behold the land of the Chaldeans; this people was not, [till] the Assyrian founded1 it for them that dwell in the wilderness: they set up52 the towers thereof, they raised up22 the palaces thereof; [and] he brought1 it to ruin.
Howl,54 ye ships of Tarshish: for your strength is laid waste.27
And it shall come to pass in that day, that Tyre shall be forgotten12 seventy years, according to the days of one king: after the end of seventy years shall Tyre sing as an harlot.6
Take3 an harp, go about3 the city, thou harlot6 that hast been forgotten;12 make sweet54 melody,15 sing many54 songs, that thou mayest be remembered.11
And it shall come to pass after the end of seventy years, that the LORD will visit4 Tyre, and she shall turn1 to her hire, and shall commit fornication1 with all the kingdoms of the world upon the face of the earth.
And her merchandise and her hire shall be holiness to the LORD: it shall not be treasured11 nor laid up;11 for her merchandise shall be for them that dwell6 before the LORD, to eat2 sufficiently, and for durable clothing.