11. The hooves of his horses will trample all your streets; he will kill your people with the sword, and your strong pillars will fall to the ground.
12. They will plunder your wealth and loot your merchandise; they will break down your walls and demolish your fine houses and throw your stones, timber and rubble into the sea.
13. I will put an end to your noisy songs, and the music of your harps will be heard no more.
14. I will make you a bare rock, and you will become a place to spread fishing nets. You will never be rebuilt, for I the Lord have spoken, declares the Sovereign Lord.
15. ‘This is what the Sovereign Lord says to Tyre: will not the coastlands tremble at the sound of your fall, when the wounded groan and the slaughter takes place in you?