1. The burden of Tyre. Howl, you ships of Tarshish! For it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in. From the land of Kittim it is revealed to them.
2. Be still, you inhabitants of the coast, you whom the merchants of Sidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished.
3. On great waters, the seed of the Shihor, the harvest of the Nile, was her revenue. She was the market of nations.
4. Be ashamed, Sidon; for the sea has spoken, the stronghold of the sea, saying, “I have not travailed, nor given birth, neither have I nourished young men, nor brought up virgins.”
5. When the report comes to Egypt, they will be in anguish at the report of Tyre.
6. Pass over to Tarshish! Wail, you inhabitants of the coast!
7. Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days, whose feet carried her far away to travel?
8. Who has planned this against Tyre, the giver of crowns, whose merchants are princes, whose traffickers are the honorable of the earth?
9. Yahweh of Armies has planned it, to stain the pride of all glory, to bring into contempt all the honorable of the earth.
10. Pass through your land like the Nile, daughter of Tarshish. There is no restraint any more.