“Thus says the Lord God to Tyre: Will not the coastlands shake at the sound of your fall, when the wounded groan, when slaughter is made in your midst?

Now the coastlands tremble on the day of your fall, and the coastlands that are on the sea are dismayed at your passing.’

and say to Tyre, who dwells at the entrances to the sea, merchant of the peoples to many coastlands, thus says the Lord God: “O Tyre, you have said, ‘I am perfect in beauty.’

The men of Dedan traded with you. Many coastlands were your own special markets; they brought you in payment ivory tusks and ebony.

All the inhabitants of the coastlands are appalled at you, and the hair of their kings bristles with horror; their faces are convulsed.

I will send fire on Magog and on those who dwell securely in the coastlands, and they shall know that I am the Lord.