Against all the ships of Tarshish
And against all the beautiful craft.

The oracle concerning Tyre.
Wail, O ships of Tarshish,
For Tyre is destroyed, without house or harbor;
It is reported to them from the land of Cyprus.

Pass over to Tarshish;
Wail, O inhabitants of the coastland.

Overflow your land like the Nile, O daughter of Tarshish,
There is no more restraint.

Wail, O ships of Tarshish,
For your stronghold is destroyed.

“Surely the coastlands will wait for Me;
And the ships of Tarshish will come first,
To bring your sons from afar,
Their silver and their gold with them,
For the name of the Lord your God,
And for the Holy One of Israel because He has glorified you.

I will set a sign among them and will send survivors from them to the nations: Tarshish, Put, Lud, Meshech, Tubal and Javan, to the distant coastlands that have neither heard My fame nor seen My glory. And they will declare My glory among the nations.