against every ship of Tarshish,
and against every splendid sea vessel.

An oracle against Tyre:

Wail, ships of Tarshish,
for your haven has been destroyed.
Word has reached them from the land of Cyprus.

Cross over to Tarshish;
wail, inhabitants of the coastland!

Overflow your land like the Nile, daughter of Tarshish;
there is no longer anything to restrain you.

Wail, ships of Tarshish,
because your fortress is destroyed!

Yes, the islands will wait for Me
with the ships of Tarshish in the lead,
to bring your children from far away,
their silver and gold with them,
for the honor of the Lord your God,
the Holy One of Israel,
who has glorified you.

I will establish a sign among them, and I will send survivors from them to the nations—to Tarshish, Put, Lud (who are archers), Tubal, Javan, and the islands far away—who have not heard of My fame or seen My glory. And they will proclaim My glory among the nations.