And upon all the ships of Tarshish, - And upon all desirable banners.

The oracle on Tyre, - Howl! ye ships of Tarshish, For it is laid too waste to be a haven to enter, From the land of Cyprus, hath it been unveiled to them.

Pass ye over to Tarshish, - Howl ye inhabitants of the Coast:

Pass through thy land as the Nile, - O daughter of Tarshish, there is no restraint any longer!

Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, - For laid waste is your fortress.

Surely for me, shall, Coastlands, wait, And the ships of Tarshish first, To bring in thy sons, from far, Their silver and their gold with them, - Unto the name of Yahweh, thy God, And unto the Holy One of Israel Because he hath adorned thee.

Then will I set among them, a sign, And will send, of them such as have escaped unto the nations - Tarshish Pul and Lud that draw the bow, Tubal and Javan, - The Coastlands that are afar off, Who have not heard my fame Nor seen my glory, And they shall tell my glory throughout the nations.