⁴ They will destroy^(A) the walls of Tyre^(B) and pull down her towers; I will scrape away her rubble and make her a bare rock.

¹⁴ I will make you a bare rock, and you will become a place to spread fishnets. You will never be rebuilt,^(A) for I the Lord have spoken, declares the Sovereign Lord.

¹⁵ “This is what the Sovereign Lord says to Tyre: Will not the coastlands^(B) tremble^(C) at the sound of your fall, when the wounded groan^(D) and the slaughter takes place in you? ¹⁶ Then all the princes of the coast will step down from their thrones and lay aside their robes and take off their embroidered^(E) garments. Clothed^(F) with terror, they will sit on the ground,^(G) trembling^(H) every moment, appalled^(I) at you. ¹⁷ Then they will take up a lament^(J) concerning you and say to you: