And on all the ships of Tarshish, and on all the fair boats.

The word about Tyre. Let a cry of sorrow go up, O ships of Tarshish, because your strong place is made waste; on the way back from the land of Kittim the news is given to them.

Go over to Tarshish; give cries of sorrow, O men of the sea-land.

Let your land be worked with the plough, O daughter of Tarshish; there is no longer any harbour.

Let a cry of sorrow go up, O ships of Tarshish: because your strong place is made waste

Vessels of the sea-lands are waiting for me, and the ships of Tarshish first, so that your sons may come from far, and their silver and gold with them, to the place of the name of the Lord your God, and to the Holy One of Israel, because he has made you beautiful.

And I will put a sign among them, and I will send those who are still living to the nations, to Tarshish, Put, and Lud, Meshech and Rosh, Tubal and Javan, to the sea-lands far away, who have not had word of me, or seen my glory; and they will give the knowledge of my glory to the nations.