From these, were dispersed the inhabitants of the coastlands of the nations, in their lands, each man by his tongue, by their families in their nations.

The kings of Tarshish and of the Coastlands, A gift, let them render, The kings of Sheba and Seba, A present, let them bring;

And it shall come to pass in that day, That My Lord will again a second time set his hand, to possess himself of the remnant of his people, - who shall be left - from Assyria and from Egypt and from Pathros and from Ethiopia and from Elam and from Shinar and from Hamath and from the Coastlands of the sea;

And the inhabitant of this shore, shall exclaim, in that day, Lo! such, is our expectation, whereunto we fled for help, that we might be delivered from the presence of the king of Assyria! How then shall, we, escape?

Be dumb, ye inhabitants of the Coast, - Whom the merchants of Zidon, passing over the sea, once replenished;

Pass ye over to Tarshish, - Howl ye inhabitants of the Coast:

He will not fade, nor will he be crushed, Until he establish, in the earth, justice, And for his instruction, Coastlands, wait.

Sing to Yahweh, a song that is new, His praise, from the end of the earth, - Ye that go down to the sea, and the fulness thereof, The Coastlands and ye who dwell therein.

Let them render unto Yahweh, glory, - And, his praise, in the Coastlands let them tell.

I will lay waste mountains, and hills, And all their vegetation, will I wither, - And I will make rivers to be shores, And lakes, will I dry up:

For - pass through the coastlands of the West and see, And unto Kedar, send ye and consider diligently, - And see - whether there hath been the like of this!

On account of the day that cometh to lay waste all the Philistines, To cut off from Tyre and Zidon every escaped one that could have helped, - For Yahweh is laying waste the Philistines, The remnant of the Coastland of Caphtor.

Thus saith My Lord. Yahweh, to Tyre: Shall it not be that. At the sound of thy fall. With the groan of thy pierced one. With the slaughter made in thy midst, The Coastlands shall tremble?

Now, shall tremble the Coastlands, In the day of thy fall,- And shall shudder the isles that are in the sea. At thine exit!

And thou shalt say unto Tyre, O thou that dwellest by the entrances of the sea, Thou merchant of the peoples unto many shores, - Thus, saith My Lord, Yahweh, O Tyre, Thou saidst, I, am the perfection of beauty!

With oaks from Bashan, made they thine oars, - Thy benches, made they of ivory, inlaid with boxwood, From the shores of the West: Of fine linen with embroidered work from Egypt, was thy sail, To serve thee for ensign, - Blue and purple from the shores of Aeolis became thine awning:

All the dwellers in the coastlands, Are astounded over thee,- And their king have been made to shudder a shuddering, To be troubled in countenance.

Then will he turn his face to the Coastlands, and will capture many, - but a commander, will bring to an end, his reproach against himself, that, his reproach, return not unto him.