4 Be thou ashamed, O Zidon, for the sea has spoken, even the strength of the sea, saying, I have never travailed nor brought forth children, neither did I nourish up young men nor bring up virgins.
5 When the report comes unto Egypt, they shall be sorely pained at the news from Tyre.
6 Pass ye over to Tarshish; howl, ye inhabitants of the isle.
7 Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days? Her own feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn.
8 Who has decreed this against Tyre, the crowning city, whose merchants were princes, whose traders were the honourable of the earth?
9 The Lord of the hosts has purposed it to stain the pride of all glory and to bring down all those who are exalted in the earth.
10 Pass by as a river from thy land, O daughter of Tarshish; for thou shalt have no more strength.