*The aburden of bTyre.

cHowl, ye ships of Tarshish;

For it is laid waste, dso that there is no house, dno entering in:

From the land of eChittim it is revealed to them.

2  Be †fstill, gye inhabitants of the isle;

Thou whom the merchants of hZidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished.

3  And by great waters the seed of iSihor,

The harvest of the river, is her revenue;

And kshe is a mart of nations.

4  Be thou ashamed, O hZidon: for the sea hath spoken,

Even the strength of the sea, saying,

I travail not, nor bring forth children,

Neither do I lnourish up young men, nor lbring up virgins.

5  As at the report concerning Egypt,

So shall they be sorely pained at the report of Tyre.

6  Pass ye over to cTarshish; howl, gye inhabitants of the isle.

7  Is this your mjoyous city, whose antiquity is of nancient days?

Her own feet shall carry her †afar off to sojourn.

8  Who hath taken this counsel against Tyre, the crowning city,

Whose merchants are princes, whose nntraffickers are the honourable of the earth?

9  The Lord of hosts hath purposed it,

†To stain the pride of all oglory,

And to pbring into contempt all the honourable of the earth.

10  Pass through thy land as qa river, O daughter of cTarshish:

There is no more †rstrength.

11  He stretched out his hand over the sea, she shook the kingdoms:

The Lord hath given a commandment ||against †the merchant city, to destroy the ||strong holds thereof.

12  And he said, Thou shalt no more rejoice,

O thou oppressed virgin, daughter of Zidon:

Arise, pass over to eChittim;

There also shalt thou have no rest.