⁴ Lo, the Lord doth dispossess her, And He hath smitten in the sea her force, And she with fire is consumed.

¹⁸ From the abundance of thy iniquity, By the perversity of thy traffic, Thou hast polluted thy sanctuaries, And I bring forth fire from thy midst, It hath devoured thee, And I make thee become ashes on the earth, Before the eyes of all beholding thee.

¹⁷ And have lifted up for thee a lamentation, And said to thee: How hast thou perished, That art inhabited from the seas, The praised city, that was strong in the sea, She and her inhabitants, Who put their terror on all her inhabitants!

¹⁰ And I have sent a fire against the wall of Tyre, And it hath consumed her palaces.

⁸ And have sold your sons and your daughters Into the hand of the sons of Judah, And they have sold them to Shabeans, Unto a nation far off, for Jehovah hath spoken.

¹⁶ By the abundance of thy merchandise They have filled thy midst with violence, And thou dost sin, And I thrust thee from the mount of God, And I destroy thee, O covering cherub, From the midst of the stones of fire.

⁸ To destruction they bring thee down, Thou diest by the deaths of the wounded, in the heart of the seas.

² `Son of man, say to the leader of Tyre: Thus said the Lord Jehovah: Because thy heart hath been high, And thou dost say: A god I `am', The habitation of God I have inhabited, In the heart of the seas, And thou `art' man, and not God, And thou givest out thy heart as the heart of God,

²⁶ Into great waters have they brought thee, Those rowing thee, The east wind hath broken thee in the heart of the seas.

²⁷ Thy wealth and thy remnants, Thy merchandise, thy mariners, And thy pilots, strengtheners of thy breach, And the traders of thy merchandise, And all thy men of war, who `are' in thee, And in all thine assembly that `is' in thy midst, Fall into the heart of the seas in the day of thy fall,

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.

³¹ And they have made for thee baldness, And they have girded on sackcloth, And they have wept for thee, In bitterness of soul -- a bitter mourning.

³² And lifted up for thee have their sons a lamentation, And they have lamented over thee, who `is' as Tyre? As the cut-off one in the midst of the sea?

³³ With the outgoing of thy remnants from the seas, Thou hast filled many peoples, With the abundance of thy riches, and thy merchandise, Thou hast made rich things of earth.

³⁴ The time of `thy' being broken by the seas in the depths of the waters, Thy merchandise and all thy assembly in thy midst have fallen.

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

³⁶ Merchants among the peoples have shrieked for thee, Wastes thou hast been, and thou art not -- to the age!'

³ Therefore, thus said the Lord Jehovah: Lo, I `am' against thee, O Tyre, And have caused to come up against thee many nations, As the sea causeth its billows to come up.

⁴ And they have destroyed the walls of Tyre, And they have broken down her towers, And I have scraped her dust from her, And made her for a clear place of a rock.

⁵ A spreading place of nets she is in the midst of the sea, For I -- I have spoken -- an affirmation of the Lord Jehovah, And she hath been for a spoil to nations.

¹ The Burden of Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, For it hath been destroyed, Without house, without entrance, From the land of Chittim it was revealed to them.

² Be silent, ye inhabitants of the isle, Trader of Zidon, passing the sea, they filled thee.

³ And in many waters `is' the seed of Sihor, The harvest of the brook `is' her increase, And she is a mart of nations.

⁴ Be ashamed, O Zidon; for the sea spake, The strength of the sea, saying: `I have not been pained, nor have I brought forth, Nor have I nourished young men, `nor' brought up virgins.'

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.

⁴ Wealth profiteth not in a day of wrath, And righteousness delivereth from death.

² Treasures of wickedness profit not, And righteousness delivereth from death.