Wail, ships of Tarshish,^(C)
for your haven has been destroyed.
Word has reached them from the land of Cyprus.^[a](D)
2 Mourn, inhabitants of the coastland,
you merchants of Sidon;^(E)
your agents have crossed the sea^[b]
3 on many waters.
Tyre’s revenue was the grain from Shihor—
the harvest of the Nile.
She was the merchant among the nations.^(F)
4 Be ashamed Sidon, the stronghold of the sea,
for the sea has spoken:
“I have not been in labor or given birth.
I have not raised young men
or brought up young women.”
⁵ When the news reaches Egypt,
they will be in anguish over the news about Tyre.^(G)
6 Cross over to Tarshish;
wail, inhabitants of the coastland!
⁷ Is this your jubilant city,
whose origin was in ancient times,
whose feet have taken her
to settle far away?
⁸ Who planned this against Tyre,
the bestower of crowns,
whose traders are princes,
whose merchants are the honored ones of the earth?
⁹ The Lord of Hosts planned it,
to desecrate all its glorious beauty,
to disgrace all the honored ones of the earth.
¹⁰ Overflow^[c] your land like the Nile, daughter of Tarshish;
there is no longer anything to restrain you.^[d]
11 He stretched out His hand over the sea;^(H)
He made kingdoms tremble.
The Lord has commanded
that the Canaanite fortresses be destroyed.
¹² He said,
“You will not rejoice anymore,
ravished young woman, daughter of Sidon.
Get up and cross over to Cyprus^(I)—
even there you will have no rest!”
¹³ Look at the land of the Chaldeans—
a people who no longer exist.
Assyria destined it for desert creatures.
They set up their siege towers
and stripped its palaces.
They made it a ruin.
¹⁴ Wail, ships of Tarshish,
because your fortress is destroyed!

¹⁶ Pick up your lyre,
stroll through the city,
prostitute forgotten by men.
Play skillfully,
sing many a song,
and you will be thought of again.