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, no entering in. It is revealed to them from the land of Kittim.

Pass ye over to Tarshish. Wail, ye inhabitants of the coast.

Pass through thy land as the Nile, O daughter of Tarshish, there is no restraint any more.

Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, for your stronghold 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, for the name of LORD thy God, and for the Holy One of Israel, because he has glorified thee.

And I will set a sign among them, and I will send such as escape of them to the nations, to Tarshish, Pul, and Lud, that draw the bow, to Tubal and Javan, to the isles afar off, who have not heard my fame, nor have seen my glory, a