4Be 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.`
5As [at] the report of Egypt they are pained, So [at] the report of Tyre.
6Pass over to Tarshish, howl, ye inhabitants of the isle,
7Is this your exulting one? From the days of old [is] her antiquity, Carry her do her own feet afar off to sojourn.
8Who hath counselled this against Tyre, The crowning one, whose traders [are] princes, Her merchants the honoured of earth?`
9Jehovah of Hosts hath counselled it, To pollute the excellency of all beauty, To make light all the honoured of earth.
10Pass through thy land as a brook, Daughter of Tarshish, there is no more a girdle.