1 An oracle about Tyre.Wail, ships of Tarshish,because your port is destroyed!When returning from Cyprus, they heard about it.
2 Be still, inhabitants of the coast, traders of Sidon,whose messengers crossed over the sea,
3 over the mighty waters.The grain of Shihor, the Nile’s harvest, was her income;she was the marketplace of nations.
4 Be ashamed, Sidon, because the sea has spoken;the fortress of the sea has said,"I haven’t been in labor; I didn’t give birth;I never raised young men or brought up young women."