28 The shouts of the drowning sailorsEchoed on the shore.
29 “Every ship is now deserted,And every sailor has gone ashore.
30 They all mourn bitterly for you,Throwing dust on their heads and rolling in ashes.
31 They shave their heads for youAnd dress themselves in sackcloth.Their hearts are bitter as they weep.
32 They chant a funeral song for you:‘Who can be compared to Tyre,To Tyre now silent in the sea?
33 When your merchandise went overseas,You filled the needs of every nation.Kings were made richBy the wealth of your goods.
34 Now you are wrecked in the sea;You have sunk to the ocean depths.Your goods and all who worked for youHave vanished with you in the sea.’