6. Cross over to Tarshish; wail, you people of the island.
7. Is this your city of revelry, the old, old city, whose feet have taken her to settle in far-off lands?
8. Who planned this against Tyre, the bestower of crowns, whose merchants are princes, whose traders are renowned in the earth?
9. The Lord Almighty planned it, to bring down her pride in all her splendor and to humble all who are renowned on the earth.
10. Till your land as they do along the Nile, Daughter Tarshish, for you no longer have a harbor.
11. The Lord has stretched out his hand over the sea and made its kingdoms tremble. He has given an order concerning Phoenicia that her fortresses be destroyed.
12. He said, “No more of your reveling, Virgin Daughter Sidon, now crushed! “Up, cross over to Cyprus; even there you will find no rest.”
13. Look at the land of the Babylonians, this people that is now of no account! The Assyrians have made it a place for desert creatures; they raised up their siege towers, they stripped its fortresses bare and turned it into a ruin.
14. Wail, you ships of Tarshish; your fortress is destroyed!
15. At that time Tyre will be forgotten for seventy years, the span of a king’s life. But at the end of these seventy years, it will happen to Tyre as in the song of the prostitute:
16. “Take up a harp, walk through the city, you forgotten prostitute; play the harp well, sing many a song, so that you will be remembered.”