¹⁸ Now they tremble, is it not the day of thy fall? Troubled have been the isles that `are' in the sea, at thine outgoing.

⁵ As `at' the report of Egypt they are pained, So `at' the report of Tyre.

⁶ Pass over to Tarshish, howl, ye inhabitants of the isle,

⁷ Is this your exulting one? From the days of old `is' her antiquity, Carry her do her own feet afar off to sojourn.

¹⁵ Thus said the Lord Jehovah to Tyre: Do not -- from the noise of thy fall, In the groaning of the wounded, In the slaying of the slaughter in thy midst, The isles shake?

¹⁰ Pass through thy land as a brook, Daughter of Tarshish, there is no more a girdle.

¹¹ His hand He hath stretched out over the sea, He hath caused kingdoms to tremble, Jehovah hath charged concerning the merchant one, To destroy her strong places.

¹² And He saith, `Thou dost not add any more to exult, O oppressed one, virgin daughter of Zidon, To Chittim arise, pass over, Even there -- there is no rest for thee.'

⁵ Seen have isles and fear, ends of the earth tremble, They have drawn near, yea, they come.

²⁸ At the voice of the cry of thy pilots shake do the suburbs.

²⁹ And come down from their ships have all handling an oar, Mariners, all the pilots of the sea, on the land they stand,

³⁰ And have sounded for thee with their voice, And cry bitterly, and cause dust to go up on their heads, In ashes they do roll themselves.

³⁵ All inhabitants of the isles have been astonished at thee, And their kings have been sore afraid, They have been troubled in countenance.