Wail,^(B) you ships^(C) of Tarshish!^(D)
    For Tyre is destroyed^(E)
    and left without house or harbor.
From the land of Cyprus
    word has come to them.

² Be silent,^(F) you people of the island
    and you merchants^(G) of Sidon,^(H)
    whom the seafarers have enriched.
³ On the great waters
    came the grain of the Shihor;^(I)
the harvest of the Nile^[a](J) was the revenue of Tyre,^(K)
    and she became the marketplace of the nations.

⁴ Be ashamed, Sidon,^(L) and you fortress of the sea,
    for the sea has spoken:
“I have neither been in labor nor given birth;^(M)
    I have neither reared sons nor brought up daughters.”
⁵ When word comes to Egypt,
    they will be in anguish^(N) at the report from Tyre.^(O)

⁶ Cross over to Tarshish;^(P)
    wail, you people of the island.
⁷ Is this your city of revelry,^(Q)
    the old, old city,
whose feet have taken her
    to settle in far-off lands?
⁸ Who planned this against Tyre,
    the bestower of crowns,
whose merchants^(R) are princes,
    whose traders^(S) are renowned in the earth?