How was the faithful city for a harlot! I filled with judgment; justice will lodge in her; and now they are killing

And it was in that day, and Tyre was forgotten seventy years, according to the days of one king: from the end of seventy years it shall be to Tyre as the song of a harlot.

Take a harp, go about the city, O harlot having been forgotten; be cheerful, playing on the instrument; increase the song so that thou shalt be remembered.

And ye, come ye near here, sons of her practicing magic, seed of the adulterer and the harlot.