1
The burden against Tyre. Wail, you ships of Tarshish! For it is laid waste, So that there is no house, no harbor; From the land of Cyprus it is revealed to them.
2
Be still, you inhabitants of the coastland, You merchants of Sidon, Whom those who cross the sea have filled.
3
And on great waters the grain of Shihor, The harvest of the River, is her revenue; And she is a marketplace for the nations.
4
Be ashamed, O Sidon; For the sea has spoken, The strength of the sea, saying, "I do not labor, nor bring forth children; Neither do I rear young men, Nor bring up virgins.
5
When the report reaches Egypt, They also will be in agony at the report of Tyre.
6
Cross over to Tarshish; Wail, you inhabitants of the coastland!