Visit Tarshish, you who live on the seacoast.Take a good, long look and wail—yes, cry buckets of tears!Is this the city you remember as energetic and alive,bustling with activity, this historic old city,Expanding throughout the globe,buying and selling all over the world?And who is behind the collapse of Tyre,the Tyre that controlled the world markets?Tyre’s merchants were the business tycoons.Tyre’s traders called all the shots.God-of-the-Angel-Armies ordered the crashto show the sordid backside of prideand puncture the inflated reputations.Sail for home, O ships of Tarshish.There are no docks left in this harbor.God reached out to the sea and sea traders,threw the sea kingdoms into turmoil.God ordered the destructionof the seacoast cities, the centers of commerce.God said, “There’s nothing left here to be proud of,bankrupt and bereft Sidon.Do you want to make a new start in Cyprus?Don’t count on it. Nothing there will work out for you either.”