Wail, O ships of Tarshish,
for Tyre is laid waste, without house or harbor!
From the land of Cyprus^a
it is revealed to them.
2Be still, O inhabitants of the coast;
the merchants of Sidon, who cross the sea, have filled you.
3And on many waters
your revenue was the grain of Shihor,
the harvest of the Nile;
you were the merchant of the nations.
4Be ashamed, O Sidon, for the sea has spoken,
the stronghold of the sea, saying:
“I have neither labored nor given birth,
I have neither reared young men
nor brought up young women.”
5When the report comes to Egypt,
they will be in anguish^b over the report about Tyre.
6Cross over to Tarshish;
wail, O inhabitants of the coast!
7Is this your exultant city
whose origin is from days of old,
whose feet carried her
to settle far away?
8Who has purposed this
against Tyre, the bestower of crowns,
whose merchants were princes,
whose traders were the honored of the earth?
9The Lord of hosts has purposed it,
to defile the pompous pride of all glory,^c
to dishonor all the honored of the earth.
10Cross over your land like the Nile,
O daughter of Tarshish;
there is no restraint anymore.
11He has stretched out his hand over the sea;
he has shaken the kingdoms;
the Lord has given command concerning Canaan
to destroy its strongholds.
12And he said:
“You will no more exult,
O oppressed virgin daughter of Sidon;
arise, cross over to Cyprus,
even there you will have no rest.”

13Behold the land of the Chaldeans! This is the people that was not;^d Assyria destined it for wild beasts. They erected their siege towers, they stripped her palaces bare, they made her a ruin.