1. A prophecy against Tyre: Wail, you ships of Tarshish! For Tyre is destroyed and left without house or harbor. From the land of Cyprus word has come to them.
2. Be silent, you people of the island and you merchants of Sidon, whom the seafarers have enriched.
3. On the great waters came the grain of the Shihor; the harvest of the Nile was the revenue of Tyre, and she became the marketplace of the nations.
4. Be ashamed, Sidon, and you fortress of the sea, for the sea has spoken: “I have neither been in labor 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 her to 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 splendor and 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 harbor.
11. The Lord has stretched out his hand over the sea and made its kingdoms tremble. He has given an order concerning Phoenicia that her fortresses be destroyed.