And upon all the ships of Tarshish, and upon all pleasant pictures.

The burden of Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish; for it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in: from the land of Chittim it is revealed to them.

Pass ye over to Tarshish; howl, ye inhabitants of the isle.

Pass through thy land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish: there is no more strength.

Howl, ye ships of Tarshish: for your strength is laid waste.

Surely the isles shall wait for me, and the ships of Tarshish first, to bring thy sons from far, their silver and their gold with them, to the name of the LORD thy God, and to the Holy One of Israel, because he hath glorified thee.

And I will set a sign among them, and I will send those that escape of them to the nations, to Tarshish, Pul, and Lud, that draw the bow, to Tubal, and Javan, to the isles afar off, that have not heard my fame, neither have seen my glory; and they shall declare my glory among the Gentiles.