For all the ships of Tarshish, and for all pleasant imagery.

The burden of Tyre. Howl, you ships of Tarshish. For it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in. From the land of Kittim it is revealed to them.

Pass over to Tarshish. Wail, you inhabitants of the coast.

Pass through your land like the Nile, daughter of Tarshish. There is no restraint any more.

Howl, you ships of Tarshish, for your stronghold is laid waste.

Surely the islands shall wait for me, and the ships of Tarshish first, to bring your sons from far, 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 I will send such as escape of them to the nations, to Tarshish, Pul, and Lud, who draw the bow, to Tubal and Javan, to the islands afar off, who have not heard my fame, neither have seen my glory; and they shall declare my glory among the nations.