¹⁶ “Alas, alas, for the great city
    ^(C)that was clothed in fine linen,
        in purple and scarlet,
    adorned with gold,
        with jewels, and with pearls!
¹⁷ For ^(D)in a single hour all this wealth ^(E)has been laid waste.”

^(I)“What city was like the great city?”

“Alas, alas, for the great city
    ^(K)where all who had ships at sea
    grew rich by her wealth!
For ^(L)in a single hour she has been laid waste.
^20 (M)Rejoice over her, O heaven,
    and you saints and ^(N)apostles and prophets,
for ^(O)God has given judgment for you against her!”

Wail, O ^(C)ships of Tarshish,
    for Tyre is laid waste, ^(D)without house or harbor!
From ^(E)the land of Cyprus^[a]
    it is revealed to them.
² Be still, O inhabitants of the coast;
    the merchants of ^(F)Sidon, who cross the sea, have filled you.
³ And on many waters
your revenue was the grain of Shihor,
    the harvest of the Nile;
    you were ^(G)the merchant of the nations.
⁴ Be ashamed, O ^(H)Sidon, for the sea has spoken,
    the stronghold of the sea, saying:
“I have neither labored nor given birth,
    I have neither reared young men
    nor brought up young women.”
⁵ When the report comes to Egypt,
    they will be in anguish^[b] over the report about Tyre.
^6 (I)Cross over to Tarshish;
    wail, O inhabitants of the coast!
⁷ Is this your exultant city
    ^(J)whose origin is from days of old,
whose feet carried her
    to settle far away?
⁸ Who has purposed this
    against Tyre, the bestower of crowns,
whose merchants were princes,
    whose traders were the honored of the earth?
⁹ The Lord of hosts has purposed it,
    ^(K)to defile the pompous pride of all glory,^[c]
    to dishonor all the honored of the earth.
¹⁰ Cross over your land like the Nile,
    O daughter of Tarshish;
    there is no restraint anymore.
^11 (L)He has stretched out his hand over the sea;
    he has shaken the kingdoms;
the Lord has given command concerning Canaan
    to destroy its strongholds.
¹² And he said:
“You will no more exult,
    O oppressed virgin daughter of ^(M)Sidon;
arise, ^(N)cross over to ^(O)Cyprus,
    even there you will have no rest.”

^14 (R)Wail, O ships of Tarshish,
    for your stronghold is laid waste.

¹⁶ “Take a harp;
    go about the city,
    O forgotten prostitute!
Make sweet melody;
    sing many songs,
    that you may be remembered.”