Cry loudly, you ships of Tarshish!
    Your port at Tyre is destroyed.
        Word has come to the ships from Cyprus.
² Be silent, you inhabitants of the coastland, you merchants from Sidon.
    Your messengers have crossed the sea.
³ The grain of Shihor is on the Mediterranean.
    The harvest of the Nile River is brought to Tyre.
        Tyre became the marketplace for the nations.

⁴ Be ashamed, Sidon, because the stronghold by the sea has spoken,
    “I’ve never been in labor or given birth.
        I’ve raised no sons.
        I’ve brought up no daughters.”
⁵ When the news reaches Egypt,
    the Egyptians will shudder over the news about Tyre.

⁶ Travel to Tarshish!
Cry loudly, you inhabitants of the seacoast!
⁷ Is this your bustling city founded in the distant past?
Is this the city that sent its people to settle in distant lands?
⁸ Who planned such a thing against Tyre, the city that produced kings?
    Its merchants are princes.
        Its traders are among the honored people of the world.
⁹ The Lord of Armies planned this
    in order to dishonor all arrogant people
        and to humiliate all the honored people of the world.
¹⁰ Travel through your country like the Nile, people of Tarshish.
    You no longer have a harbor.
¹¹ The Lord has stretched his hand over the sea to shake kingdoms.
    He has commanded that Canaan’s fortifications be destroyed.
¹² He says, “You will no longer be joyful,
    my dear abused people Sidon.”
Get up, and travel to Cyprus.
    Even there you will find no rest.
¹³ Look at the land of the Babylonians.
    These people will be gone.
Assyria gave this land to the desert animals.
    Assyria set up battle towers,
        stripped palaces bare,
            and turned these places into ruins.

¹⁶ “Take your lyre.
    Go around in the city, you forgotten prostitute.
Make sweet music.
    Sing many songs so that you’ll be remembered.”