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

¹² He said, You shall no more rejoice, you oppressed virgin daughter of Sidon: arise, pass over to Kittim; even there shall you have no rest.

⁷ Therefore shall Moab wail for Moab, everyone shall wail: for the raisin-cakes of Kir Hareseth shall you mourn, utterly stricken.

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

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

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