29. All the oarsmen abandon their ships;the sailors and pilots stand on the shore.
30. They cry aloud over youand weep bitterly.They throw dust on their headsand roll in ashes.
31. They shave their heads in grief for youand dress themselves in burlap.They weep for you with bitter anguishand deep mourning.
32. As they wail and mourn over you,they sing this sad funeral song:‘Was there ever such a city as Tyre,now silent at the bottom of the sea?
33. The merchandise you tradedsatisfied the desires of many nations.Kings at the ends of the earthwere enriched by your trade.