1. Oracle on Tyre:Wail, ships of Tarshish,for your port is destroyed;From the land of the Kittimthe news reaches them.
2. Silence! you who dwell on the coast,you merchants of Sidon,Whose messengers crossed the sea
3. over the deep waters,Whose revenue was the grain of Shihor, the harvest of the Nile,you who were the merchant among the nations.
4. Be ashamed, Sidon, fortress on the sea,for the sea has spoken,“I have not been in labor, nor given birth,nor raised young men,nor reared young women.”
5. When the report reaches Egyptthey shall be in anguish at the report about Tyre.
6. Pass over to Tarshish,wail, you who dwell on the coast!
7. Is this your exultant city,whose origin is from old,Whose feet have taken herto dwell in distant lands?
8. Who has planned such a thingagainst Tyre, the bestower of crowns,Whose merchants are princes,whose traders are the earth’s honored men?
9. The Lord of hosts has planned it,to disgrace the height of all beauty,to degrade all the honored of the earth.
10. Cross to your own land,ship of Tarshish;the harbor is no more.