The burden of Tyre.
Howl, ye ships of Tarshish; for it is laid waste,
so that there is no house, no entering in: from
the land of Chittim it is revealed to them.
02 Be still, ye inhabitants of the isle; thou
whom the merchants of Zidon, that pass over the
sea, have replenished.
03 And by great waters the seed of Sihor, the
harvest of the river, is her revenue; and she is
a mart of nations.
04 Be thou ashamed, O Zidon: for the sea hath
spoken, even the strength of the sea, saying, I
travail not, nor bring forth children, neither do
I nourish up young men, nor bring up virgins.
05 As at the report concerning Egypt, so shall
they be sorely pained at the report of Tyre.
06 Pass ye over to Tarshish; howl, ye inhabitants
of the isle.
07 Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is
of ancient days? her own feet shall carry her
afar off to sojourn.
08 Who hath taken this counsel against Tyre, the
crowning city, whose merchants are princes, whose
traffickers are the honourable of the earth?
09 The Lord of hosts hath purposed it, to stain
the pride of all glory, and to bring into
contempt all the honourable of the earth.
10 Pass through thy land as a river, O daughter
of Tarshish: there is no more strength.
11 He stretched out his hand over the sea, he
shook the kingdoms: the Lord hath given a
commandment against the merchant city, to destroy
the strong holds thereof.
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12 And he said, Thou shalt no more rejoice, O
thou oppressed virgin, daughter of Zidon: arise,
pass over to Chittim; there also shalt thou have
no rest.
13 Behold the land of the Chaldeans; this people
was not, till the Assyrian founded it for them
that dwell in the wilderness: they set up the
towers thereof, they raised up the palaces
thereof; and he brought it to ruin.
14 Howl, ye ships of Tarshish: for your strength
is laid waste.
15 And it shall come to pass in that day, that
Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, according
to the days of one king: after the end of seventy
years shall Tyre sing as an harlot.
16 Take an harp, go about the city, thou harlot
that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing
many songs, that thou mayest be remembered.
17 And it shall come to pass after the end of
seventy years, that the Lord will visit Tyre, and
she shall turn to her hire, and shall commit
fornication with all the kingdoms of the world
upon the face of the earth.
18 And her merchandise and her hire shall be
holiness to the Lord: it shall not be treasured
nor laid up; for her merchandise shall be for
them that dwell before the Lord, to eat
sufficiently, and for durable clothing.
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