28. At the voice of the cry of thy pilots shake do the suburbs.
29. And come down from their ships have all handling an oar, Mariners, all the pilots of the sea, on the land they stand,
30. And have sounded for thee with their voice, And cry bitterly, and cause dust to go up on their heads, In ashes they do roll themselves.
31. And they have made for thee baldness, And they have girded on sackcloth, And they have wept for thee, In bitterness of soul--a bitter mourning.
32. And lifted up for thee have their sons a lamentation, And they have lamented over thee, who [is] as Tyre? As the cut-off one in the midst of the sea?