Wail, O ships of Tarshish,
    for Tyre is laid waste, without house or harbor!
From the land of Cyprus^[a]
    it is revealed to them.
² Be still, O inhabitants of the coast;
    the merchants of Sidon, who cross the sea, have filled you.
³ And on many waters
your revenue was the grain of Shihor,
    the harvest of the Nile;
    you were the merchant of the nations.
⁴ Be ashamed, O Sidon, for the sea has spoken,
    the stronghold of the sea, saying:
“I have neither labored nor given birth,
    I have neither reared young men
    nor brought up young women.”
⁵ When the report comes to Egypt,
    they will be in anguish^[b] over the report about Tyre.
⁶ Cross over to Tarshish;
    wail, O inhabitants of the coast!
⁷ Is this your exultant city
    whose origin is from days of old,
whose feet carried her
    to settle far away?
⁸ Who has purposed this
    against Tyre, the bestower of crowns,
whose merchants were princes,
    whose traders were the honored of the earth?
⁹ The Lord of hosts has purposed it,
    to defile the pompous pride of all glory,^[c]
    to dishonor all the honored of the earth.
¹⁰ Cross over your land like the Nile,
    O daughter of Tarshish;
    there is no restraint anymore.
¹¹ He has stretched out his hand over the sea;
    he has shaken the kingdoms;
the Lord has given command concerning Canaan
    to destroy its strongholds.
¹² And he said:
“You will no more exult,
    O oppressed virgin daughter of Sidon;
arise, cross over to Cyprus,
    even there you will have no rest.”

¹⁴ Wail, O ships of Tarshish,
    for your stronghold is laid waste.

¹⁶ “Take a harp;
    go about the city,
    O forgotten prostitute!
Make sweet melody;
    sing many songs,
    that you may be remembered.”