And he who lives in this coast shall say in that day, Behold, this has become of our hope to which we fled for help there, to be delivered from before the king of Assyria; and, How shall we escape?

Be still, inhabitants of the coast, merchant of Sidon, who pass over the sea. They have filled you.

Pass over Tarshish. Howl, inhabitants of the coast!

until I come and take you away to a land like your own land, a land of grain and wine, a land of bread and vineyards.

You will no more be called Forsaken; nor will your land any more be called Desolate; but you will be called My Delight is in her, and your land, Married; for Jehovah delights in you, and your land is married.