1 This is the burden against Tyre: Wail, O ships of Tarshish, for Tyre is laid waste, without house or harbor. Word has reached them from the land of Cyprus.
2 Be silent, O dwellers of the coastland, you merchants of Sidon, whose traders have crossed the sea.
3 On the great waters came the grain of Shihor; the harvest of the Nile was the revenue of Tyre; she was the merchant of the nations.
4 Be ashamed, O Sidon, the stronghold of the sea, for the sea has spoken: “I have not been in labor or given birth. I have not raised young men or brought up young women.”
5 When the report reaches Egypt, they will writhe in agony over the news of Tyre.
6 Cross over to Tarshish; wail, O inhabitants of the coastland!
7 Is this your jubilant city, whose origin is from antiquity, whose feet have taken her to settle far away?