Loosed are thy ropes, - They cannot strengthen the socket of their mast They have not unfurled a sail Now, can be apportioned spoil, in abundance, The lame, have captured prey!

Great

For thus saith My Lord Yahweh, When I make thee a desolate city, Like cities which cannot be dwelt in,- When I bring up over thee the roaring deep, And the mighty waters cover thee,

The floods have lifted up, O Yahweh, The floods have lifted up - their voice, The floods have lifted up - their dashing waves.

And he saith unto me - The waters which thou sawest, where the harlot sitteth, are, peoples and multitudes, and nations and tongues.

The east

Now, thou art wrecked out of the seas In the depths of waters, - Thy merchandise and all thy gathered host In thy midst, have fallen.

With an east wind, wilt thou shatter the ships of Tarshish.

But, after no long time, there beat down from it a tempestuous wind, called Euraquilo, -

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Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, - For laid waste is your fortress.

Now, thou art wrecked out of the seas In the depths of waters, - Thy merchandise and all thy gathered host In thy midst, have fallen.