11 His troops will ride through your streets, killing people left and right, and your strong columns will crumble to the ground.
12 The troops will steal your valuable possessions; they will break down your walls, and crush your expensive houses. Then the stones and wood and all the remains will be dumped into the sea.
13 You will have no reason to sing or play music on harps,
14 because I will turn you into a bare rock where fishermen can dry their nets. And you will never rebuild your city. I, the Lord God, make this promise.
15 The people of the nations up and down the coast will shudder when they hear your screams and moans of death.
16 The kings will step down from their thrones, then take off their royal robes and fine clothes, and sit on the ground, trembling. They will be so shocked at the news of your defeat that they will shake in fear
17 and sing this funeral song:“The great city beside the seais destroyed!Its people once ruled the coastand terrified everyone there.