1. The message concerning Tsor. Howl, you ships of Tarshish! For it has been destroyed, without house, without harbour. From the land of Kittim it has been revealed to them.
2. Be silent, you inhabitants of the coastland, you merchants of Tsiḏon, who passed over the sea, they filled you.
3. And on great waters the grain of Shiḥor, the harvest of the River, was her increase. And she was a market-place for the nations.
4. Be ashamed, O Tsiḏon, for the sea has spoken, the stronghold of the sea, saying, “I have not laboured, nor brought forth children; neither have I reared young men, brought up maidens.”
5. Like the report of Mitsrayim, they too are grieved at the report of Tsor.
6. Pass over to Tarshish; wail, you inhabitants of the coastland!
7. Is this your city of revelry, whose antiquity is from days of old, whose feet carried her far off to sojourn?