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.

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

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

¹⁴ Howl, ye ships of Tarshish: for your strength is laid waste.

⁷ Thou breakest the ships of Tarshish with an east wind.

¹² Tarshish was thy merchant by reason of the multitude of all kind of riches; with silver, iron, tin, and lead, they traded in thy fairs.