28 The shouts of your drowning crewwere heard on the shore.
29 Every ship is deserted;rowers and sailors and captainsall stand on shore,
30 mourning for you.They show their sorrowby putting dust on their headsand rolling in ashes;
31 they shave their headsand dress in sackclothas they cry in despair.
32 In their grief they singa funeral song for you:“Tyre, you were greaterthan all other cities.But now you lie in silenceat the bottom of the sea.
33 “Nations that receivedyour merchandisewere always pleased;kings everywhere got richfrom your costly goods.
34 But now you are wreckedin the deep sea,with your cargo and crewscattered everywhere.