1 The burden of Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish; for it is laid
2 Be still, ye inhabitants of the isle; thou whom the merchants of
3 And by great waters the seed of Sihor, the harvest of the river,
4 Be thou ashamed, O Zidon: for the sea hath spoken, even the
5 As at the report concerning Egypt, so shall they be sorely pained
6 Pass ye over to Tarshish; howl, ye inhabitants of the isle.
7 Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days? her
8 Who hath taken this counsel against Tyre, the crowning city,
10 Pass through thy land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish: there
11 He stretched out his hand over the sea, he shook the kingdoms:
12 And he said, Thou shalt no more rejoice, O thou oppressed
13 Behold the land of the Chaldeans; this people was not, till the
14 Howl, ye ships of Tarshish: for your strength is laid waste.
15 And it shall come to pass in that day, that Tyre shall be
16 Take an harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been
17 And it shall come to pass after the end of seventy years, that
18 And her merchandise and her hire shall be holiness to the LORD: