1 Oracle on Tyre:Wail, ships of Tarshish,for your port is destroyed;From the land of the Kittimthe news reaches them.
2 Silence! you who dwell on the coast,you merchants of Sidon,Whose messengers crossed the sea
3 over the deep waters,Whose revenue was the grain of Shihor, the harvest of the Nile,you who were the merchant among the nations.
4 Be ashamed, Sidon, fortress on the sea,for the sea has spoken,“I have not been in labor, nor given birth,nor raised young men,nor reared young women.”
5 When the report reaches Egyptthey shall be in anguish at the report about Tyre.
6 Pass over to Tarshish,wail, you who dwell on the coast!
7 Is this your exultant city,whose origin is from old,Whose feet have taken herto dwell in distant lands?