1* Oracle on Tyre:

Wail, ships of Tarshish,

for your port is destroyed;

From the land of the Kittim*

the news reaches them.a

2Silence! you who dwell on the coast,

you merchants of Sidon,

Whose messengers crossed the sea

3over the deep waters,

Whose revenue was the grain of Shihor,* the harvest of the Nile,

you who were the merchant among the nations.b

4Be ashamed, Sidon, fortress on the sea,

for the sea* has spoken,

“I have not been in labor, nor given birth,

nor raised young men,

nor reared young women.”

5When the report reaches Egypt

they shall be in anguish at the report about Tyre.

6Pass over to Tarshish,*

wail, you who dwell on the coast!

7Is this your exultant city,

whose origin is from old,

Whose feet have taken her

to dwell in distant lands?

8Who has planned such a thing

against Tyre, the bestower of crowns,

Whose merchants are princes,

whose traders are the earth’s honored men?

9The Lord of hosts has planned it,

to disgrace the height of all beauty,

to degrade all the honored of the earth.c

10Cross to your own land,

ship of Tarshish;

the harbor is no more.

11His hand he stretches out over the sea,

he shakes kingdoms;

The Lord commanded the destruction

of Canaan’s strongholds:* d

12Crushed, you shall exult no more,

virgin daughter Sidon.

Arise, pass over to the Kittim,

even there you shall find no rest.e

13* Look at the land of the Chaldeans,

the people that has ceased to be.

Assyria founded it for ships,

raised its towers,

Only to tear down its palaces,

and turn it into a ruin.f

14Lament, ships of Tarshish,

for your stronghold is destroyed.

16Take a harp, go about the city,

forgotten prostitute;

Pluck the strings skillfully, sing many songs,

that you may be remembered.