1 The burden of Tyrus. Howle, yee shippes of Tarshish: for it is destroied, so that there is none house: none shall come from the lande of Chittim: it is reueiled vnto them.

2 Be still, yee that dwell in the yles: the marchantes of Zidon, and such as passe ouer the sea, haue replenished thee.

3 The seede of Nilus growing by the abundance of waters, and the haruest of the riuer was her reuenues, and she was a marte of the nations.

4 Be ashamed, thou Zidon: for the sea hath spoken, euen the strength of the sea, saying, I haue not trauailed, nor brought forth children, neither nourished yong men, nor brought vp virgins.

5 When the fame commeth to the Egyptians, they shall be sorie, concerning the rumour of Tyrus.

6 Goe you ouer to Tarshish: howle, yee that dwell in the yles.

7 Is not this that your glorious citie? her antiquitie is of ancient daies: her owne feete shall leade her afarre off to be a soiourner.

8 Who hath decreed this against Tyrus (that crowneth men ) whose marchantes are princes? whose chapmen are the nobles of the worlde?

9 The Lorde of hostes hath decreed this, to staine the pride of all glorie, and to bring to contempt all them that be glorious in the earth.

Isaiah 23:1-9, Geneva Bible of 1587. Public domain.
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