^{1 Ref} The burden of Tyre. Howl, you 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, you inhabitants of the coast, you whom the merchants of Sidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished.

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

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