The [mournful, inspired] oracle (a burden to be carried) concerning Tyre: Wail, O ships of Tarshish, For Tyre is destroyed, without house, without harbor; It is reported to them from the land of Cyprus (Kittim).
The mournful, inspired prediction (a burden to be lifted up) concerning Tyre: Wail, you ships of [Tyre returning from trading with] Tarshish, for Tyre is laid waste, so that there is no house, no harbor; from the land of Kittim (Cyprus) they learn of it.
This is a ·message [prophecy; oracle; burden] about Tyre [C port city in Phoenicia, north of Israel; present-day Lebanon]: You ·trading ships [L ships of Tarshish; C western port city, probably in Spain; 2:16], ·cry [wail]! The houses and harbor of Tyre are ·destroyed [devastated; laid waste]. This news came to the ships from the land of ·Cyprus [L the Kittim; C the people of Cyprus, an island west of Israel].
1 A Prophecy against Tyre. 17 A promise that it shall be restored. The burden of Tyre. Howl ye ships of Tarshish: for it is destroyed, so that there is none house: none shall come from the land of Kittim: it is revealed unto them.
This is a message about Tyre. Howl with grief, you sailors out on the ocean! Your home port of Tyre has been destroyed; its houses and its harbor are in ruins. As your ships return from Cyprus, you learn the news.
Wail, ships of Tarshish, your strong seaports all in ruins! When the ships returned from Cyprus, they saw the destruction. Hold your tongue, you who live on the seacoast, merchants of Sidon. Your people sailed the deep seas, buying and selling, Making money on wheat from Shihor, grown along the Nile— multinational broker in grains! Hang your head in shame, Sidon. The Sea speaks up, the powerhouse of the ocean says, “I’ve never had labor pains, never had a baby, never reared children to adulthood, Never gave life, never worked with life. It was all numbers, dead numbers, profit and loss.”
Here is a prophecy against Tyre that the Lord gave me. Men in the ships of Tarshish, cry out! The city of Tyre is destroyed. Its houses and harbor are gone. That’s the message you have received from the island of Cyprus.
A message about Tyre: Cry out in anguish, you who travel the Mediterranean from east to west! Cry out, Tarshishian ships, because Tyre is no more. It is devastated—no houses, no harbor—nothing is left. The people from Cyprus have witnessed it.