^{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.

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

^{6 Ref} Pass over to Tarshish; wail, you 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 has purposed this against Tyre, the giver of crowns, whose merchants are princes, whose traffickers are the honorable of the earth?