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Tarshish » Also called tharshish » Commerce and wealth of
For the king had Tarshish-ships at sea with the ships of Hiram; once every three years the Tarshish-ships came with gold and silver and ivory and monkeys and peacocks.
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For the king had Tarshish-ships sailing with the servants of Huram: once every three years the Tarshish-ships came back with gold and silver, ivory and monkeys and peacocks.
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Silver hammered into plates is sent from Tarshish, and gold from Uphaz, the work of the expert workman and of the hands of the gold-worker; blue and purple is their clothing, all the work of expert men.
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Tarshish did business with you because of the great amount of your wealth; they gave silver, iron, tin, and lead for your goods.
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And the representative of King Jehoshaphat made a Tarshish-ship to go to Ophir for gold, but it did not go, because it was broken at Ezion-geber.
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Tarshish ships did business for you in your goods: and you were made full, and great was your glory in the heart of the seas.
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Sheba, and Dedan and her traders, Tarshish with all her traders, will say to you, Have you come to take our goods? have you got your armies together to take away our property by force? to take away silver and gold, cattle and goods, to go off with great wealth?
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Together they made ships to go to Tarshish, building them in Ezion-geber.
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Vessels of the sea-lands are waiting for me, and the ships of Tarshish first, so that your sons may come from far, and their silver and gold with them, to the place of the name of the Lord your God, and to the Holy One of Israel, because he has made you beautiful.
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And on all the ships of Tarshish, and on all the fair boats.
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The word about Tyre. Let a cry of sorrow go up, O ships of Tarshish, because your strong place is made waste; on the way back from the land of Kittim the news is given to them. Send out a cry of grief, you men of the sea-land, traders of Zidon, who go over the sea, whose representatives are on great waters; Who get in the seed of Shihor, whose wealth is the trade of the nations. read more.
Be shamed, O Zidon: for the sea, the strong place of the sea has said, I have not been with child, or given birth; I have not taken care of young men, or kept watch over the growth of virgins When the news comes to Egypt they will be bitterly pained at the fate of Tyre. Go over to Tarshish; give cries of sorrow, O men of the sea-land. Is this the town which was full of joy, whose start goes back to times long past, whose wanderings took her into far-off countries? By whom was this purposed against Tyre, the crowning town, whose traders are chiefs, whose business men are honoured in the land? It was the purpose of the Lord of armies to put pride to shame, to make sport of the glory of those who are honoured in the earth. Let your land be worked with the plough, O daughter of Tarshish; there is no longer any harbour. His hand is stretched out over the sea, the kingdoms are shaking: the Lord has given orders about Canaan, to make waste its strong places. And he said, There is no more joy for you, O crushed virgin daughter of Zidon: up! go over to Kittim; even there you will have no rest. ... Let a cry of sorrow go up, O ships of Tarshish: because your strong place is made waste
Be shamed, O Zidon: for the sea, the strong place of the sea has said, I have not been with child, or given birth; I have not taken care of young men, or kept watch over the growth of virgins When the news comes to Egypt they will be bitterly pained at the fate of Tyre. Go over to Tarshish; give cries of sorrow, O men of the sea-land. Is this the town which was full of joy, whose start goes back to times long past, whose wanderings took her into far-off countries? By whom was this purposed against Tyre, the crowning town, whose traders are chiefs, whose business men are honoured in the land? It was the purpose of the Lord of armies to put pride to shame, to make sport of the glory of those who are honoured in the earth. Let your land be worked with the plough, O daughter of Tarshish; there is no longer any harbour. His hand is stretched out over the sea, the kingdoms are shaking: the Lord has given orders about Canaan, to make waste its strong places. And he said, There is no more joy for you, O crushed virgin daughter of Zidon: up! go over to Kittim; even there you will have no rest. ... Let a cry of sorrow go up, O ships of Tarshish: because your strong place is made waste
Tarshish » Also called tharshish » Prophecies concerning
Let the kings of Tarshish and of the islands come back with offerings; let the kings of Sheba and Seba give of their stores.
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Vessels of the sea-lands are waiting for me, and the ships of Tarshish first, so that your sons may come from far, and their silver and gold with them, to the place of the name of the Lord your God, and to the Holy One of Israel, because he has made you beautiful.
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And on all the ships of Tarshish, and on all the fair boats.
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And I will put a sign among them, and I will send those who are still living to the nations, to Tarshish, Put, and Lud, Meshech and Rosh, Tubal and Javan, to the sea-lands far away, who have not had word of me, or seen my glory; and they will give the knowledge of my glory to the nations.
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The word about Tyre. Let a cry of sorrow go up, O ships of Tarshish, because your strong place is made waste; on the way back from the land of Kittim the news is given to them. Send out a cry of grief, you men of the sea-land, traders of Zidon, who go over the sea, whose representatives are on great waters; Who get in the seed of Shihor, whose wealth is the trade of the nations. read more.
Be shamed, O Zidon: for the sea, the strong place of the sea has said, I have not been with child, or given birth; I have not taken care of young men, or kept watch over the growth of virgins When the news comes to Egypt they will be bitterly pained at the fate of Tyre. Go over to Tarshish; give cries of sorrow, O men of the sea-land. Is this the town which was full of joy, whose start goes back to times long past, whose wanderings took her into far-off countries? By whom was this purposed against Tyre, the crowning town, whose traders are chiefs, whose business men are honoured in the land? It was the purpose of the Lord of armies to put pride to shame, to make sport of the glory of those who are honoured in the earth. Let your land be worked with the plough, O daughter of Tarshish; there is no longer any harbour. His hand is stretched out over the sea, the kingdoms are shaking: the Lord has given orders about Canaan, to make waste its strong places. And he said, There is no more joy for you, O crushed virgin daughter of Zidon: up! go over to Kittim; even there you will have no rest. ... Let a cry of sorrow go up, O ships of Tarshish: because your strong place is made waste
Be shamed, O Zidon: for the sea, the strong place of the sea has said, I have not been with child, or given birth; I have not taken care of young men, or kept watch over the growth of virgins When the news comes to Egypt they will be bitterly pained at the fate of Tyre. Go over to Tarshish; give cries of sorrow, O men of the sea-land. Is this the town which was full of joy, whose start goes back to times long past, whose wanderings took her into far-off countries? By whom was this purposed against Tyre, the crowning town, whose traders are chiefs, whose business men are honoured in the land? It was the purpose of the Lord of armies to put pride to shame, to make sport of the glory of those who are honoured in the earth. Let your land be worked with the plough, O daughter of Tarshish; there is no longer any harbour. His hand is stretched out over the sea, the kingdoms are shaking: the Lord has given orders about Canaan, to make waste its strong places. And he said, There is no more joy for you, O crushed virgin daughter of Zidon: up! go over to Kittim; even there you will have no rest. ... Let a cry of sorrow go up, O ships of Tarshish: because your strong place is made waste