For her blood is in her midst; She set it on top of a rock; She did not pour it on the ground, To cover it with dust.

And they shall destroy the walls of Tyre and break down her towers; I will also scrape her dust from her, and make her like the top of a rock.

Because of the abundance of his horses, their dust will cover you; your walls will shake at the noise of the horsemen, the wagons, and the chariots, when he enters your gates, as men enter a city that has been breached.

They will make their voice heard because of you; They will cry bitterly and cast dust on their heads; They will roll about in ashes;