30 They cry aloud over youand weep bitterly.They throw dust on their headsand roll in ashes.
31 They shave their heads in grief for youand dress themselves in burlap.They weep for you with bitter anguishand deep mourning.
32 As they wail and mourn over you,they sing this sad funeral song:‘Was there ever such a city as Tyre,now silent at the bottom of the sea?
33 The merchandise you tradedsatisfied the desires of many nations.Kings at the ends of the earthwere enriched by your trade.
34 Now you are a wrecked ship,broken at the bottom of the sea.All your merchandise and crewhave gone down with you.
35 All who live along the coastlandsare appalled at your terrible fate.Their kings are filled with horrorand look on with twisted faces.
36 The merchants among the nationsshake their heads at the sight of you,for you have come to a horrible endand will exist no more.’”