When, ships, come from the coast of the isles, And humble Assyria, and humble the Hebrew, - And he too, is even to perish?

Now, shall tremble the Coastlands, In the day of thy fall,- And shall shudder the isles that are in the sea. At thine exit!

the sons of Dedan were merchants of thine, Many, isles, took the merchandise of thy hand, - Horns of ivory and ebony, gave they back to thee in exchange: