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.
³ And by great waters the seed of Sihor,
the harvest of the river, is her revenue;
and she is a mart of nations.
⁴ Be thou ashamed, O Zidon:
for the sea hath spoken, even the strength of the sea, saying,
I travail not, nor bring forth children,
neither do I nourish up young men,
nor bring up virgins.
⁵ As at the report concerning Egypt,
so shall they be sorely pained at the report of Tyre.
⁶ Pass ye over to Tarshish;
howl, ye inhabitants of the isle.
⁷ Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days?
her own feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn.
⁸ Who hath taken this counsel against Tyre, the crowning city,
whose merchants are princes,
whose traffickers are the honourable of the earth?
⁹ The Lord of hosts hath purposed it,
to stain the pride of all glory,
and to bring into contempt all the honourable of the earth.
¹⁰ Pass through thy land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish:
there is no more strength.
¹¹ He stretched out his hand over the sea,
he shook the kingdoms:
the Lord hath given a commandment against the merchant city,
to destroy the strong holds thereof.
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.
¹³ Behold the land of the Chaldeans;
this people was not, till the Assyrian founded it
for them that dwell in the wilderness:
they set up the towers thereof,
they raised up the palaces thereof; and he brought it to ruin.
¹⁴ Howl, ye ships of Tarshish:
for your strength is laid waste.