Isaiah 23:3

1 The Burden of Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, For it hath been destroyed, Without house, without entrance, From the land of Chittim it was revealed to them.

2 Be silent, ye inhabitants of the isle, Trader of Zidon, passing the sea, they filled thee.

3 And in many waters [is] the seed of Sihor, The harvest of the brook [is] her increase, And she is a mart of nations.

4 Be ashamed, O Zidon; for the sea spake, The strength of the sea, saying: `I have not been pained, nor have I brought forth, Nor have I nourished young men, [nor] brought up virgins.`

5 As [at] the report of Egypt they are pained, So [at] the report of Tyre.

6 Pass over to Tarshish, howl, ye inhabitants of the isle,

7 Is this your exulting one? From the days of old [is] her antiquity, Carry her do her own feet afar off to sojourn.