1. A prophecy against Tyre:Wail, you ships of Tarshish!For Tyre is destroyedand left without house or harbour.From the land of Cyprusword has come to them.
2. Be silent, you people of the islandand you merchants of Sidon,whom the seafarers have enriched.
3. On the great waterscame the grain of the Shihor;the harvest of the Nile was the revenue of Tyre,and she became the market-place of the nations.
4. Be ashamed, Sidon, and you fortress of the sea,for the sea has spoken:‘I have neither been in labour nor given birth;I have neither reared sons nor brought up daughters.’
5. When word comes to Egypt,they will be in anguish at the report from Tyre.
6. Cross over to Tarshish;wail, you people of the island.
7. Is this your city of revelry,the old, old city,whose feet have taken herto settle in far-off lands?
8. Who planned this against Tyre,the bestower of crowns,whose merchants are princes,whose traders are renowned in the earth?
9. The Lord Almighty planned it,to bring down her pride in all her splendourand to humble all who are renowned on the earth.
10. Till your land as they do along the Nile,Daughter Tarshish,for you no longer have a harbour.
11. The Lord has stretched out his hand over the seaand made its kingdoms tremble.He has given an order concerning Phoeniciathat her fortresses be destroyed.
12. He said, ‘No more of your revelling,Virgin Daughter Sidon, now crushed!‘Up, cross over to Cyprus;even there you will find no rest.’