Wail, O ships of Tarshish,
    for Tyre is laid waste
    so that there is no house or harbor;
from the land of Cyprus
    it is reported to them.

² Be still, you inhabitants of the coastland,
    you merchants of Sidon;
    your messengers passed over the sea,
³ and were on many waters;
    the grain of the Nile,
the harvest of the River^[a] was her revenue;
    and she was the market of nations.

⁴ Be ashamed, O Sidon; for the sea has spoken,
    even the stronghold of the sea, saying,
“I have not travailed nor brought forth children;
    neither have I brought up young men nor raised virgins.”
⁵ When the report reaches Egypt,
    they shall be sorely pained at the report of Tyre.

⁶ Pass over to Tarshish;
    wail, O inhabitants of the coastland.
⁷ Is this your joyous city,
    whose origin is from ancient days,
whose feet used to carry her
    to sojourn in distant locations?
⁸ Who has planned this against Tyre,
    the crowning city,
whose merchants are princes,
    whose traffickers are the honorable of the earth?
⁹ The Lord of Hosts has purposed it,
    to stain the pride of all glory
    and to bring into contempt all the honorable of the earth.

¹⁰ Pass through your land as the Nile,
    O daughter of Tarshish;
    there is no more restraint.
¹¹ He stretched out His hand over the sea,
    He shook the kingdoms;
the Lord has given a command against the merchant city,
    to destroy its strongholds.
¹² He said: You shall rejoice no more,
    O oppressed virgin daughter of Sidon.

Arise, pass over to Cyprus;
    there also you shall have no rest.
¹³ Look at the land of the Chaldeans;
    this was a people who was not;
Assyria founded it
    for those who dwell in the wilderness.
They set up their siege towers,
    they stripped its palaces,
    and brought it to ruin.

¹⁴ Wail, O ships of Tarshish,
    for your stronghold is laid waste.