^{1 Ref} The word about Tyre. Let a cry of sorrow go up, O ships of Tarshish, because your strong place is made waste; on the way back from the land of Kittim the news is given to them.

^{2 Ref} Send out a cry of grief, you men of the sea-land, traders of Zidon, who go over the sea, whose representatives are on great waters;

^{3 Ref} Who get in the seed of Shihor, whose wealth is the trade of the nations.

^{4 Ref} Be shamed, O Zidon: for the sea, the strong place of the sea has said, I have not been with child, or given birth; I have not taken care of young men, or kept watch over the growth of virgins.

^{5 Ref} When the news comes to Egypt they will be bitterly pained at the fate of Tyre.

^{6 Ref} Go over to Tarshish; give cries of sorrow, O men of the sea-land.

^{7 Ref} Is this the town which was full of joy, whose start goes back to times long past, whose wanderings took her into far-off countries?