Isaiah 23:1-9 ▼

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-land; Thou whom the merchants of Zidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished.

3 And on great waters the seed of Shihor, The harvest of the Nile, was her revenue; And she was the mart of nations.

4 Be thou ashamed, O Zidon; for the sea hath spoken, The stronghold of the sea, saying: 'I have not travailed, nor brought forth, Neither have I reared 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; howl, ye inhabitants of the coast-land.

7 Is this your joyous city, Whose feet in antiquity, In ancient days, Carried her afar off to sojourn?

8 Who hath devised this against Tyre, the crowning city, Whose merchants are princes, Whose traffickers are the honourable of the earth?

9 The LORD of hosts hath devised it, To pollute the pride of all glory, To bring into contempt all the honourable of the earth.