2 Be silent, you people of the islandand you merchants of Sidon,whom the seafarers have enriched.
3 On the great waterscame the grain of the Shihor;the harvest of the Nile was the revenue of Tyre,and she became the market-place of the nations.
4 Be ashamed, Sidon, and you fortress of the sea,for the sea has spoken:‘I have neither been in labour nor given birth;I have neither reared sons nor brought up daughters.’
5 When word comes to Egypt,they will be in anguish at the report from Tyre.
6 Cross over to Tarshish;wail, you people of the island.
7 Is this your city of revelry,the old, old city,whose feet have taken herto settle in far-off lands?
8 Who planned this against Tyre,the bestower of crowns,whose merchants are princes,whose traders are renowned in the earth?