^{1 Ref} 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 Kittim it is revealed to them.

^{2 Ref} Be still, ye inhabitants of the coast, thou whom the merchants of Sidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished.

^{3 Ref} And on great waters the seed of the Shihor, the harvest of the Nile, was her revenue; and she was the mart of nations.

^{4 Ref} Be thou ashamed, O Sidon; for the sea hath spoken, the stronghold of the sea, saying, I have not travailed, nor brought forth, neither have I nourished young men, nor brought up virgins.

^{5 Ref} When the report cometh to Egypt, they shall be sorely pained at the report of Tyre.

^{6 Ref} Pass ye over to Tarshish; wail, ye inhabitants of the coast.

^{7 Ref} Is this your joyous `city', whose antiquity is of ancient days, whose feet carried her afar off to sojourn?

^{8 Ref} Who hath purposed this against Tyre, the bestower of crowns, whose merchants are princes, whose traffickers are the honorable of the earth?