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.
11His hand He hath stretched out over the sea, He hath caused kingdoms to tremble, Jehovah hath charged concerning the merchant one, To destroy her strong places.
12And He saith, `Thou dost not add any more to exult, O oppressed one, virgin daughter of Zidon, To Chittim arise, pass over, Even there -- there is no rest for thee.`
