From these the coastlands of the nations were separated into their lands, every one according to its language, according to their families, by their nations.

The kings of Tarshish and the coastlands will offer gifts; the kings of Sheba and Seba will bring tribute.

At that time the sovereign master will again lift his hand to reclaim the remnant of his people from Assyria, Egypt, Pathros, Cush, Elam, Shinar, Hamath, and the seacoasts.

At that time those who live on this coast will say, 'Look what has happened to our source of hope to whom we fled for help, expecting to be rescued from the king of Assyria! How can we escape now?'"

Lament, you residents of the coast, you merchants of Sidon who travel over the sea, whose agents sail over

Travel to Tarshish! Wail, you residents of the coast!

He will not grow dim or be crushed before establishing justice on the earth; the coastlands will wait in anticipation for his decrees."

Sing to the Lord a brand new song! Praise him from the horizon of the earth, you who go down to the sea, and everything that lives in it, you coastlands and those who live there!

Let them give the Lord the honor he deserves; let them praise his deeds in the coastlands.

I will make the trees on the mountains and hills wither up; I will dry up all their vegetation. I will turn streams into islands, and dry up pools of water.

Go west across the sea to the coasts of Cyprus and see. Send someone east to Kedar and have them look carefully. See if such a thing as this has ever happened:

For the time has come to destroy all the Philistines. The time has come to destroy all the help that remains for Tyre and Sidon. For I, the Lord, will destroy the Philistines, that remnant that came from the island of Crete.

"This is what the sovereign Lord says to Tyre: Oh, how the coastlands will shake at the sound of your fall, when the wounded groan, at the massive slaughter in your midst!

Now the coastlands will tremble on the day of your fall; the coastlands by the sea will be terrified by your passing.'

Say to Tyre, who sits at the entrance of the sea, merchant to the peoples on many coasts, 'This is what the sovereign Lord says: "'O Tyre, you have said, "I am perfectly beautiful."

They made your oars from oaks of Bashan; they made your deck with cypresses from the Kittean isles. Fine linen from Egypt, woven with patterns, was used for your sail to serve as your banner; blue and purple from the coastlands of Elishah was used for your deck's awning.

All the inhabitants of the coastlands are shocked at you, and their kings are horribly afraid -- their faces are troubled.

Then he will turn his attention to the coastal regions and will capture many of them. But a commander will bring his shameful conduct to a halt; in addition, he will make him pay for his shameful conduct.