The burden of Tyre. Mourn, ye ships of Tarshish, for there cometh such destruction that ye shall not have a house to enter into. Out of the land of Chittim they have knowledge of this plague.

As soon as Egypt perceiveth it, she will be as sorry as Tyre itself.

Who hath devised such things upon Tyre the crown of all cities, whose merchants and Captains were the highest and principal of the world?

After that, shall the seventy years of Tyre - even as long as their king's life was - be forgotten. And after seventy years, it shall happen to Tyre as with a harlot that playeth upon a lute.

Thus shall it happen after seventy years. The LORD shall visit the city of Tyre, and she shall convert unto her reward, and shall commit fornication with all the kingdoms that be in the world.

But all her occupying and wining shall be hallowed unto the LORD. For then shall they lay up nothing behind them nor upon heaps: but the merchandise of Tyre shall belong to the citizens of the LORD, to the feeding and sustaining of the hungry, and to the clothing of the aged.