6. Pass over the seas, howl, ye inhabitants of the island.
7. Is not this your city, which gloried from of old in her antiquity? her feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn.
8. Who hath taken this counsel against Tyre, that was formerly crowned, whose merchants were princes, and her traders the nobles of the earth?
9. The Lord of hosts hath designed it, to pull down the pride of all glory, and bring to disgrace all the glorious ones of the earth.
10. Pass thy land as a river, O daughter of the sea, thou hast a girdle no more.