1The burden of Tyre. Howl, ye 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.
2Be still, ye inhabitants of the coast, thou whom the merchants of Sidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished.
3And on great waters the seed of the Shihor, the harvest of the Nile, was her revenue; and she was the mart of nations.
4Be thou ashamed, O Sidon; for the sea hath spoken, the stronghold of the sea, saying, I have not travailed, nor brought forth, neither have I nourished young men, nor brought up virgins.
5When the report cometh to Egypt, they shall be sorely pained at the report of Tyre.
6Pass ye over to Tarshish; wail, ye inhabitants of the coast.
7Is this your joyous [city], whose antiquity is of ancient days, whose feet carried her afar off to sojourn?
