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.
35 People living along the coastare shocked at the news.Their rulers are horrified,and terror is writtenacross their faces.