⁶ Pass ye over to Tarshish; wail, ye inhabitants of the coast.

¹² And he said, Thou shalt no more rejoice, O thou oppressed virgin daughter of Sidon: arise, pass over to Kittim; even there shalt thou have no rest.

⁷ Therefore shall Moab wail for Moab, every one shall wail: for the raisin-cakes of Kir-hareseth shall ye mourn, utterly stricken.

¹⁵ For they fled away from the swords, from the drawn sword, and from the bent bow, and from the grievousness of war.

¹ 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 Be still, ye inhabitants of the coast, thou whom the merchants of Sidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished.

¹⁰ Pass through thy land as the Nile, O daughter of Tarshish; there is no restraint any more.