and upon all the ships of Tarshish, and upon all pleasant works of art.

The burden of Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish! for it is laid waste, so that there is no house, none entering in. From the land of Chittim it is revealed to them.

Pass over to Tarshish; howl, ye inhabitants of the coast!

Overflow thy land like the Nile, daughter of Tarshish: there is no more restraint.

Howl, ships of Tarshish! for your fortress is laid waste.

For the isles shall await me, and the ships of Tarshish first, to bring thy sons from afar, their silver and their gold with them, unto the name of Jehovah thy God, and to the Holy One of Israel, for he hath glorified thee.

And I will set a sign among them, and I will send those that escape of them unto 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 nations.