The Degenerate City

How the faithful city has become a harlot! It was full of justice; Righteousness lodged in it, But now murderers.

Now it shall come to pass in that day that Tyre will be forgotten seventy years, according to the days of one king. At the end of seventy years it will happen to Tyre as in the song of the harlot:

“Take a harp, go about the city, You forgotten harlot; Make sweet melody, sing many songs, That you may be remembered.”

“But come here, You sons of the sorceress, You offspring of the adulterer and the harlot!