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

^{11 Ref} 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 Ref} 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.'