^14 (A)Wail, O ships of Tarshish,
    for your stronghold is laid waste.

Wail, O ^(C)ships of Tarshish,
    for Tyre is laid waste, ^(D)without house or harbor!
From ^(E)the land of Cyprus^[a]
    it is revealed to them.

¹⁴ “The fruit for which your soul longed
    has gone from you,
and all your delicacies and your splendors
    are lost to you,
    never to be found again!”

¹⁶ “Alas, alas, for the great city
    ^(D)that was clothed in fine linen,
        in purple and scarlet,
    adorned with gold,
        with jewels, and with pearls!
¹⁷ For ^(E)in a single hour all this wealth ^(F)has been laid waste.”

^(J)“What city was like the great city?”

“Alas, alas, for the great city
    ^(L)where all who had ships at sea
    grew rich by her wealth!
For ^(M)in a single hour she has been laid waste.

²⁶ “Your rowers have brought you out
    into the high seas.
^(D)The east wind has wrecked you
    in the heart of the seas.
²⁷ Your riches, your wares, your merchandise,
    your mariners and ^(E)your pilots,
^(F)your caulkers, your dealers in merchandise,
    and all your men of war who are in you,
with all your crew
    that is in your midst,
sink into the heart of the seas
    ^(G)on the day of your fall.
²⁸ At the sound of the cry of your pilots
    ^(H)the countryside shakes,
²⁹ and down from their ships
    ^(I)come all who handle the oar.
The mariners and all the pilots of the sea
    stand on the land
^30 (J)and shout aloud over you
    and cry out bitterly.
^(K)They cast dust on their heads
    ^(L)and wallow in ashes;