How has the faithful city become a harlot? It was full of judgment; righteousness lodged in it, but now murderers.

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

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

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