2 Be silent, you that dwell in the island: the merchants of Sidon passing over the sea, have filled thee.
3 The seed of the Nile in many waters, the harvest of the river is her revenue: and she is become the mart of the nations.
4 Be thou ashamed, O Sidon: for the sea speaketh, even the strength of the sea, saying: I have not been in labour, nor have I brought forth, nor have I nourished up young men, nor brought up virgins.
5 When it shall be heard in Egypt, they will be sorry when they shall hear of Tyre:
6 Pass over the seas, howl, ye inhabitants of the island.
7 Is not this your city, which gloried from of old in her antiquity? her feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn.
8 Who hath taken this counsel against Tyre, that was formerly crowned, whose merchants were princes, and her traders the nobles of the earth?