⁶ Pass ye over to Tarshish; howl, ye inhabitants of the isle.

¹² And he said, Thou shalt no more rejoice, O thou oppressed virgin, daughter of Zidon: arise, pass over to Chittim; there also shalt thou have no rest.

¹⁰ Pass through thy land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish: there is no more strength.

¹⁵ For they fled from the swords, from the drawn sword, and from the bent bow, and from the grievousness of war.

⁷ Therefore shall Moab howl for Moab, every one shall howl: for the foundations of Kirhareseth shall ye mourn; surely they are stricken.

23 The burden of Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish; for it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in: from the land of Chittim it is revealed to them.

² Be still, ye inhabitants of the isle; thou whom the merchants of Zidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished.