The Oracle Against Tyre
1
The burden of Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish; for it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in: from the land of Kittim it is revealed to them.
2
Be still, ye inhabitants of the coast, thou whom the merchants of Sidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished.
3
And on great waters the seed of the Shihor, the harvest of the Nile, was her revenue; and she was the mart of nations.
4
Be thou ashamed, O Sidon; for the sea hath spoken, the stronghold of the sea, saying, I have not travailed, nor brought forth, neither have I nourished young men, nor brought up virgins.
5
When the report cometh to Egypt, they shall be sorely pained at the report of Tyre.
6
Pass ye over to Tarshish; wail, ye inhabitants of the coast.
7
Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days, whose feet carried her afar off to sojourn?
Bible text: American Standard Version (1901) · Public domain