26-32 “‘Your sailors row mightily,
taking you into the high seas.
Then a storm out of the east
shatters your ship in the ocean deep.
Everything sinks—your rich goods and products,
sailors and crew, ship’s carpenters and soldiers,
Sink to the bottom of the sea.
The cries of your sailors
reverberate on shore.
Sailors everywhere abandon ship.
Veteran seamen swim for dry land.
They cry out in grief,
a choir of bitter lament over you.
They smear their faces with ashes,
shave their heads,
Wear rough burlap,
wildly keening their loss.
They raise their funeral song:
“Who on the high seas is like Tyre!”
New International Version
30 They will raise their voice
and cry bitterly over you;
they will sprinkle dust(A) on their heads
and roll(B) in ashes.(C)
31 They will shave their heads(D) because of you
and will put on sackcloth.
They will weep(E) over you with anguish of soul
and with bitter mourning.(F)
32 As they wail and mourn over you,
they will take up a lament(G) concerning you:
“Who was ever silenced like Tyre,
surrounded by the sea?(H)”