A Prophecy Against Tyre

26 In the eleventh year, on the first day of the month,^[a] the Lord’s message came to me: ² “Son of man, because Tyre^[b] has said about Jerusalem, ‘Aha, the gateway of the peoples is broken; it has swung open to me. I will become rich,^[c] now that she^[d] has been destroyed,’ ³ therefore this is what the Sovereign Lord says: Look,^[e] I am against you,^[f] O Tyre! I will bring up many nations against you, as the sea brings up its waves. ⁴ They will destroy the walls of Tyre and break down her towers. I will scrape her soil^[g] from her and make her a bare rock. ⁵ She will be a place where fishing nets are spread, surrounded by the sea. For I have spoken, declares the Sovereign Lord. She will become plunder for the nations, ⁶ and her daughters^[h] who are in the field will be slaughtered by the sword. Then they will know that I am the Lord.

⁷ “For this is what the Sovereign Lord says: Take note that^[i] I am about to bring King Nebuchadrezzar^[j] of Babylon, king of kings, against Tyre from the north, with horses, chariots, and horsemen, an army and hordes of people. ⁸ He will kill your daughters in the field with the sword. He will build a siege wall against you, erect a siege ramp against you, and raise a great shield against you. ⁹ He will direct the blows of his battering rams against your walls and tear down your towers with his weapons.^{[k] 10} He will cover you with the dust kicked up by his many horses.^[l] Your walls will shake from the noise of the horsemen, wheels, and chariots when he enters your gates like those who invade through a city’s broken walls.^{[m] 11} With his horses’ hooves he will trample all your streets. He will kill your people with the sword, and your strong pillars will tumble down to the ground. ¹² They will steal your wealth and loot your merchandise. They will tear down your walls and destroy your luxurious^[n] homes. Your stones, your trees, and your soil he will throw^[o] into the water.^{[p] 13} I will silence^[q] the noise of your songs; the sound of your harps will be heard no more. ¹⁴ I will make you a bare rock; you will be a place where fishing nets are spread. You will never be built again,^[r] for I, the Lord, have spoken, declares the Sovereign Lord.