How has the faithful city become a harlot! it was full of justice; righteousness lodged 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: after the end of seventy years it shall happen to Tyre as in the song of a harlot.

Take an harp, go about the city, you harlot that has been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that you may be remembered.

But draw near here, you sons of the sorceress, the descendants of the adulterer and the harlot.