Isaiah

⁴Be thou ashamed, O Zidon: for the sea hath spoken, the strong hold of the sea; saying, I have not travailed, nor brought forth, neither have I nourished young men, nor brought up virgins. ⁵When the report cometh to Egypt, they shall be sorely pained at the report of Tyre. ⁶Pass ye over to Tarshish; howl, ye inhabitants of the isle. ⁷Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days, whose feet carried her afar off to sojourn? ⁸Who hath purposed this against Tyre, the crowning city, whose merchants are princes, whose traffickers are the honourable of the earth? ⁹The Lord of hosts hath purposed it, to stain the pride of all glory, to bring into contempt all the honourable of the earth. ¹⁰Pass through thy land as the Nile, O daughter of Tarshish; there is no girdle about thee any more.