2 Be still, inhabitants of the coastland, you merchants of Sidon, your messengers crossing the sea.
3 On many waters the grain of Shihor, the harvest of the Nile was her revenue and a marketplace of nations.
4 Be ashamed, O Sidon. For the sea has spoken, the stronghold of the sea, saying, “I have not writhed or given birth. I have not reared young men or brought up maidens.”
5 When the report reaches Egypt, they will be in anguish at the report about Tyre.
6 Cross over to Tarshish. Wail, you inhabitants of the island!
7 Is this your jubilant city? Whose antiquity is from long ago, whose feet have taken her to settle in far off lands?
8 Who planned this against Tyre, the crowning city, whose merchants were princes, whose traders were the honored of earth?