^{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 Chittim it is revealed to them.

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

^{3 Ref} And by great waters the seed of Sihor, the harvest of the river, is her revenue; and she is a mart of nations.

^{4 Ref} Be thou ashamed, O Zidon: 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.

^{5 Ref} As at the report concerning Egypt, so shall they be sorely pained at the report of Tyre.

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

^{7 Ref} Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days? her own feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn.

^{8 Ref} Who hath taken this counsel against Tyre, the crowning city, whose merchants are princes, whose traffickers are the honourable of the earth?