1 The burden against Tyre.Wail, you ships of Tarshish!For it is laid waste,So that there is no house, no harbor;From the land of Cyprus it is revealed to them.
2 Be still, you inhabitants of the coastland,You merchants of Sidon,Whom those who cross the sea have filled.
3 And on great waters the grain of Shihor,The harvest of the River, is her revenue;And she is a marketplace for the nations.
4 Be ashamed, O Sidon;For the sea has spoken,The strength of the sea, saying,“I do not labor, nor bring forth children;Neither do I rear young men,Nor bring up virgins.”