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The burden of Tyre: Howl, ships of Tarshish! For it is ruined, without house, without entrance. It is revealed to them from the land of Kittim.

Be still, ones living in the coast, trader of Sidon crossing the sea; they have filled you.

And by great waters, the seed of Sihor and the harvest of the river Nile was her revenue; and she a mart of nations.

Be ashamed, Sidon, for the sea has spoken, the strength of the sea, saying, I have not travailed, nor brought forth, I have not nourished young men nor raised up virgins.

As the report comes to Egypt, so they shall be grieved at the report of Tyre.

Pass over Tarshish; howl, people of the coast!

Is this your exulting city from days of her old age? Her own feet carry it far away to stay.

Who has counseled this against Tyre, the crowning city, whose merchants are rulers, whose traders are the weighty of the earth?

Jehovah of Hosts has counseled it, to stain the pride of all glory, to bring all the honored of the earth into contempt.

Pass through your land as the Nile, O daughter of Tarshish; there is no more strength.

He stretched His hand over the sea; He shook kingdoms. Jehovah has made a decree against the merchant city , to destroy its forts.

And He said, You shall rejoice no more, oppressed one, virgin daughter of Sidon. Arise, cross over to Cyprus, even there is no rest to you.

Behold, the land of the Chaldeans! This people did not exist! Assyria founded it for those who live in the desert. They set up their siege towers; they lay bare its palaces; they appointed it to be a ruin.

Howl, ships of Tarshish! For your fortress is ruined.