6. Pass over to Tarshish; Wail, O inhabitants of the coastland.
7. Is this your jubilant city, Whose origin is from antiquity, Whose feet used to carry her to colonize distant places?
8. Who has planned this against Tyre, the bestower of crowns, Whose merchants were princes, whose traders were the honored of the earth?
9. The Lord of hosts has planned it, to defile the pride of all beauty, To despise all the honored of the earth.
10. Overflow your land like the Nile, O daughter of Tarshish, There is no more restraint.
11. He has stretched His hand out over the sea, He has made the kingdoms tremble; The Lord has given a command concerning Canaan to demolish its strongholds.
12. He has said, "You shall exult no more, O crushed virgin daughter of Sidon. Arise, pass over to Cyprus; even there you will find no rest."