6. Pass over to Tarshish; wail, you inhabitants of the coast.
7. Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days? her own feet shall carry her afar off to dwell.
8. Who has taken this counsel against Tyre, the crowning city, whose merchants are princes, whose traders are the honorable of the earth?
9. The LORD of hosts has purposed it, to defile the pride of all glory, and to bring into contempt all the honorable of the earth.
10. Pass through your land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish: there is no more strength.
11. He stretched out his hand over the sea, he shook the kingdoms: the LORD has given a commandment against Canaan, to destroy its strongholds.
12. And he said,
13. Behold the land of the Chaldeans; this people was not, till the Assyrian founded it for them that dwell in the wilderness: they set up its towers, they raised up its palaces; and he brought it to ruin.
14. Wail, you ships of Tarshish: for your strength is laid waste.
15. And it shall come to pass in that day, that Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, according to the days of one king: after the end of seventy years it shall happen to Tyre as in the song of a harlot.
16. Take an harp, go about the city, you harlot that has been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that you may be remembered.