1 The oracle of Tyre: Wail, ships of Tarshish, for the house is destroyed so that no one can enter; it is announced to them from the land of Cyprus.
2 Be still, inhabitants of the coast, merchant of Sidon, who travels over the sea, they filled you.
3 And on the great waters is the seed of Shihor, the harvest of the Nile is its produce, and she was the merchandise of the nations.
4 Be ashamed, Sidon, for the sea, the fortress of the sea said, saying, “I was not in labor, and I have not given birth, and I have not reared young men, brought up young women.”
5 When the report comes to Egypt, they will be in anguish at the report about Tyre.
6 Cross over to Tarshish! Wail, inhabitants of the coast!
7 Is this your exultant one, her origin from the days of long ago? Her feet brought her to dwell afar as an alien.