1The 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 Kittim it is revealed to them. 2Be still, ye inhabitants of the coast {isle}; thou whom the merchants of Sidon, who pass over the sea, have replenished. 3And by great waters the seed of Shihor, the harvest of the river, is her revenue; and she is a merchandise {mart} of nations. 4Be thou ashamed, O Sidon; 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. 5As at the report concerning Egypt, so shall they be greatly {sorely} pained at the report of Tyre. 6Pass ye over to Tarshish; wail {howl}, ye inhabitants of the coast {isle}. 7Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days? Her own feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn. 8Who hath taken this counsel against Tyre, the crowning city, whose merchants are princes, whose merchants {traders} are the honorable of the earth? 9The LORD of hosts hath purposed it, to stain the pride of all glory, and to bring into contempt all the honorable of the earth. 10Pass through thy land like {as} a river, O daughter of Tarshish; there is no more strength. 11He stretched out His hand over the sea, He shook the kingdoms; the LORD hath given a commandment against the merchant city, to destroy its {the} strongholds {thereof}. 12And He said, Thou shalt no more rejoice, O thou oppressed virgin, daughter of Sidon; arise, pass over to Kittim; there also shalt thou have no rest. 13Behold, the land of the Chaldeans; this people was not, till the Assyrian founded it for those who dwell in the wilderness; they set up its {the} towers {thereof}, they raised up its palaces {thereof}, and He brought it to ruin. 14Howl, ye ships of Tarshish; for your strength is laid waste.

15And 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. 16Take an harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered. 17And 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. 18And 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 who dwell before the LORD, to eat sufficiently, and for durable clothing.