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The pronouncement concerning ^(C1)Tyre: Wail, you ^(C2)ships of ^(C3)Tarshish, For Tyre is destroyed, without house or ^(F1)(C4)harbor; It is reported to them from the land of ^(F2)(C5)Cyprus.

^(C1)Be silent, you inhabitants of the coastland, You merchants of Sidon; ^(F1)Your messengers crossed the sea

And were on many waters. ^(C1)The grain of the ^(F1)(C2)Nile, the harvest of the River was her revenue; And she was the ^(C3)market of nations.

Be ashamed, ^(C1)Sidon, For the sea speaks, the stronghold of the sea, saying, "I have neither been in labor nor given birth, I have neither brought up young men nor raised virgins."

When the report reaches Egypt, They will be in ^(C1)anguish over the report of Tyre.

Pass over to ^(C1)Tarshish; Wail, you inhabitants of the coastland.

Is this your ^(C1)jubilant city, Whose origin is from antiquity, Whose feet used to bring her to ^(F1)colonize distant places?

Who has planned this against Tyre, ^(C1)the bestower of crowns, Whose merchants were princes, whose traders were the honored of the earth?

^(C1)The LORD of armies has planned it, to ^(C2)defile the pride of all beauty, To despise all the ^(C3)honored of the earth.

^(F1)Overflow your land like the Nile, you daughter of Tarshish, There is no more ^(F2)restraint.

He has ^(C1)stretched His hand out ^(C2)over the sea, He has ^(C3)made the kingdoms tremble; The LORD has given a command concerning Canaan to ^(C4)demolish its strongholds.

He has said, "^(C1)You shall not be jubilant anymore, you crushed virgin daughter of Sidon. Arise, pass over to ^(F1)(C2)Cyprus; even there you will find no rest."

Behold, the land of the Chaldeans—this is the people that did not exist; ^(C1)Assyria allocated it for ^(C2)desert creatures—they erected their siege towers, they stripped its palaces, ^(C3)they made it a ruin.

Wail, you ^(C1)ships of Tarshish, For your stronghold is destroyed.

Now on that day Tyre will be forgotten for ^(C1)seventy years like the days of one king. At the end of seventy years it will happen to Tyre as in the song of the prostitute:

Take your harp, wander around the city, You forgotten prostitute; Pluck the strings skillfully, sing many songs, That you may be remembered.

It will come about at ^(C1)the end of seventy years that the LORD will visit Tyre. Then she will go back to her prostitute's wages and ^(C2)commit prostitution with all the kingdoms ^(F1)on the face of the earth.

Her ^(C1)profit and her prostitute's wages will be ^(C2)sacred to the LORD; it will not be stored up or hoarded, but her profit will become sufficient food and magnificent attire for those who dwell in the presence of the LORD.