How is the faithful city become a harlot! It was full of judgment; righteousness used to lodge in it, but now murderers.

And it shall come to pass in that day, that Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, according to the days of one king. At the end of seventy years it shall be for Tyre as the harlot's song.

Take a harp, go about the city, thou forgotten harlot! Make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered.

But draw near hither, ye sons of the sorceress, the seed of the adulterer and the harlot.