At that time those who live on this coast will say, 'Look what has happened to our source of hope to whom we fled for help, expecting to be rescued from the king of Assyria! How can we escape now?'"

Lament, you residents of the coast, you merchants of Sidon who travel over the sea, whose agents sail over

Travel to Tarshish! Wail, you residents of the coast!

until I come and take you to a land just like your own -- a land of grain and new wine, a land of bread and vineyards.

You will no longer be called, "Abandoned," and your land will no longer be called "Desolate." Indeed, you will be called "My Delight is in Her," and your land "Married." For the Lord will take delight in you, and your land will be married to him.

Those who accumulate houses are as good as dead, those who also accumulate landed property until there is no land left, and you are the only landowners remaining within the land.