1 The burden of Tyre. Mourn, ye ships of Tarshish, for there cometh such destruction that ye shall not have a house to enter into. Out of the land of Chittim they have knowledge of this plague.
2 Be still ye that dwell in the Isle; the merchants of Sidon and such as pass over the sea have made thee plenteous.
3 For by sea were there fruits brought unto thee, and all manner of corn by water. Thou wast the common market of all people.
4 Be ashamed, thou Sidon, for the sea - even the strength of the sea - hath spoken, saying: "I have not traveled, nor brought forth children, nor nourished up young men, or brought up virgins."
5 As soon as Egypt perceiveth it, she will be as sorry as Tyre itself.
6 Get you to Tarshish; mourn ye that dwell in the Isles.
7 Is not that the glorious city, which hath been of long antiquity? Whose natives dwelling far off, commend her so greatly?
8 Who hath devised such things upon Tyre the crown of all cities, whose merchants and Captains were the highest and principal of the world?
9 Even the LORD of Hosts hath devised it, that he may put down all pomp, and minish all the Glory of the world.
10 Go through thy land, O thou daughter of the sea, as men go over the water; for thou hast no more strength.
11 He that smote the kingdoms together holdeth out his hand over the sea: even the LORD himself hat given a commandment against that mighty Canaan, to root it out.
12 And he said, "From hence forth shalt thou make no more mirth, O thou daughter of Sidon: for thou shalt be put down. Stand up therefore, and get thee over unto Chittim, where nevertheless thou shalt have no rest.
13 Behold, for thine example: The Chaldeans were such a people, that no man was like them, Assyria builded them: he set up his castles and palaces, and broke them down again.
14 Mourn, ye ships of Tarshish, for your power shall be thrown down.
15 After that, shall the seventy years of Tyre - even as long as their king's life was - be forgotten. And after seventy years, it shall happen to Tyre as with a harlot that playeth upon a lute.
16 "Take thy lute," say men to her, "and go about the city, thou unknown wench: make pastime with sweet melody, whereby thou mayest be had in remembrance."
17 Thus shall it happen after seventy years. The LORD shall visit the city of Tyre, and she shall convert unto her reward, and shall commit fornication with all the kingdoms that be in the world.
18 But all her occupying and wining shall be hallowed unto the LORD. For then shall they lay up nothing behind them nor upon heaps: but the merchandise of Tyre shall belong to the citizens of the LORD, to the feeding and sustaining of the hungry, and to the clothing of the aged.