1. The 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.
2. Be still, ye inhabitants of the coast, thou whom the merchants of Sidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished.
3. And on great waters the seed of the Shihor, the harvest of the Nile, was her revenue; and she was the mart of nations.
4. Be 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.
5. When the report cometh to Egypt, they shall be sorely pained at the report of Tyre.
6. Pass ye over to Tarshish; wail, ye inhabitants of the coast.
7. Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days, whose feet carried her afar off to sojourn?