⁶ Cross over to Tarshish;^(A)
    wail, you people of the island.

¹² He said, “No more of your reveling,^(A)
    Virgin Daughter^(B) Sidon, now crushed!

“Up, cross over to Cyprus;^(C)
    even there you will find no rest.”

¹⁰ Till^[a] your land as they do along the Nile,
    Daughter Tarshish,
    for you no longer have a harbor.

¹⁵ They flee^(A) from the sword,^(B)
    from the drawn sword,
from the bent bow
    and from the heat of battle.

⁷ Therefore the Moabites wail,^(A)
    they wail together for Moab.
Lament and grieve
    for the raisin cakes^(B) of Kir Hareseth.^(C)

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.