Isaiah 23:1-15 ▼

1 The burden of Tyre. Wail, ye ships of Tarshish, for it was laid waste from a house from going in: from the land of Chittim it was uncovered to them.

2 Be ye silent, O inhabitants of the isle; the merchants of Zidon passing over the sea filled thee.

3 On many waters the seed of Sihor, the harvest of the river her produce; and she shall be the emporium of nations.

4 Be thou ashamed, O Zidon: for the sea said, the strength of the sea, saying, I was not pained, I brought not forth, and I caused not youths to grow, and I raised not up virgins.

5 As the hearing to Egypt; they shall be pained as the hearing of Tyre.

6 Pass ye through Tarshish; wail, ye inhabitants of the isle.

7 This to you the exulting from the days of old, her beginning; her feet shall fail her sojourning from far off.

8 Who will counsel this against Tyre, encircled with a crown, whom her merchants, chiefs; her merchants the honored of the earth.

9 Jehovah of armies purposed it to profane the pride of all glory, to make light all the honored of the earth.

10 Pass through thy land as a river, thou daughter of Tarshish: no more girding.

11 He stretched forth his hand over the sea, he disquieted kingdoms: Jehovah commanded to Canaan to destroy her fortress.

12 And he will say, Thou shalt no more add to exalt, thou violated virgin, daughter of Zidon: arise, pass over to Chittim; also there it shall not be rest to thee.

13 Behold the land of the Chaldees; this people was not; Assur founded it for the inhabitants of the desert: they set up its watch-towers, they raised up its fortresses, he set it for ruins.

14 Wail, ye ships of Tarshish: your strength was laid waste.

15 And it was in that day, and Tyre was forgotten seventy years, according to the days of one king: from the end of seventy years it shall be to Tyre as the song of a harlot.