and upon all the ships of Tarshish, and upon all pleasant imagery.

The burden of Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish! for it is laid waste, so that there is no house, none entering in. From the land of Chittim it is revealed to them.

Pass over to Tarshish; howl, ye inhabitants of the coast!

Overflow thy land like the Nile, daughter of Tarshish: there is no more restraint.

Howl, ships of Tarshish! for your fortress is laid waste.

Because [the] coastlands wait for me, and the ships of Tarshish [are] first to bring your children from afar, their silver and gold with them, for the name of Yahweh your God, and for the holy one of Israel, because he has glorified you.

And I will set a sign among them, and I will send survivors from them to the nations: Tarshish, Pul, and Lud, who draw [the] bow; Tubal and Javan, the faraway coastlands that have not heard [of] my fame, and have not seen my glory. And they shall declare my glory among the nations,