Wail, O ships of Tarshish,
    for your fortress is destroyed.^[a]
When they came in from Cyprus
    they learned of it.
² Be still, O inhabitants of the coast,
    O merchants of Sidon;
your messengers crossed over the sea^[b]
3     and were on the mighty waters;
your revenue was the grain of Shihor,
    the harvest of the Nile;
    you were the merchant of the nations.
⁴ Be ashamed, O Sidon, for the sea has spoken,
    the fortress of the sea, saying:
‘I have neither laboured nor given birth,
    I have neither reared young men
    nor brought up young women.’
⁵ When the report comes to Egypt,
    they will be in anguish over the report about Tyre.
⁶ Cross over to Tarshish—
    wail, O inhabitants of the coast!
⁷ Is this your exultant city
    whose origin is from days of old,
whose feet carried her
    to settle far away?
⁸ Who has planned this
    against Tyre, the bestower of crowns,
whose merchants were princes,
    whose traders were the honoured ones of the earth?
⁹ The Lord of hosts has planned it—
    to defile the pride of all glory,
    to shame all the honoured ones of the earth.
¹⁰ Cross over to your own land,
    O ships of^[c] Tarshish;
    this is a harbour^[d] no more.
¹¹ He has stretched out his hand over the sea,
    he has shaken the kingdoms;
the Lord has given command concerning Canaan
    to destroy its fortresses.
¹² He said:
You will exult no longer,
    O oppressed virgin daughter Sidon;
rise, cross over to Cyprus—
    even there you will have no rest.