Wail, ships of Tarshish!
For Tyre is destroyed.
There is no house and no harbor.
From the land of Cyprus,
    it was revealed to them.
² Be still, inhabitants of the coastland,
you merchants of Sidon,
your messengers crossing the sea.
³ On many waters the grain of Shihor,
the harvest of the Nile was her revenue
and a marketplace of nations.
⁴ Be ashamed, O Sidon.
For the sea has spoken,
    the stronghold of the sea, saying,
“I have not writhed or given birth.
I have not reared young men or brought up maidens.”
⁵ When the report reaches Egypt,
they will be in anguish at the report about Tyre.
⁶ Cross over to Tarshish.
Wail, you inhabitants of the island!
⁷ Is this your jubilant city?
Whose antiquity is from long ago,
whose feet have taken her
    to settle in far off lands?
⁸ Who planned this against Tyre,
the crowning city,
whose merchants were princes,
whose traders were the honored of earth?
⁹ Adonai-Tzva’ot has planned it,
to defile the pride of all glory,
to shame all the honored of earth.
¹⁰ Overflow through your land like the Nile,
O daughter of Tarshish!
There is no restraint any more.
¹¹ His hand has stretched out over the sea,
He has shaken the kingdoms.
Adonai has given a commandment concerning Canaan,
    to destroy its strongholds.
¹² He said, “You will exult no more.”
O crushed virgin daughter of Sidon.
Arise, cross over to Cyprus—
even there you will have no rest.
¹³ Look, the land of the Chaldeans—
this is the people who no longer exist.
Assyria set it up for desert animals.
They set up their siege towers;
    they stripped its palaces;
    they made it a ruin.
¹⁴ Wail, you ships of Tarshish!
For your stronghold is destroyed.

¹⁶ “Take a harp, stroll about the city,
    forgotten harlot!
Skillfully play many songs,
so you may be remembered.”