Isaias

1 Howl, ye ships of Tarshish; for it is laid waste, so that there isno house, no entering in : from the land of Chittim it is revealed to them.

2 Be silent, ye inhabitants of the isle: the merchants of Zidon, that pass over the sea, replenished thee.

3 And on great waters the seed of Shihor, the harvest of the Nile, was her revenue ; and it was the gain of nations.

4 Be thou ashamed, O Zidon ; for the sea, the stronghold of the sea, speaketh: I have not travailed, nor brought forth, neither have I nourished up young men, nor brought up virgins.

5 When the report cometh to Egypt, they shall be sorely pained at the report of Tyre.

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

7 Is this your jubilant one? from the ancient days is her antiquity; her feet bore her far away to sojourn.

8 Who hath ’this against Tyre, the crowning city? whose merchants were princes, whose traffickers were the honourable of the earth.

9 The Lord of Hosts hath purposed it, to profane the pride of all glory, to bring into contempt all the honourable of the earth.

10 Pass through thy land as the river, daughter of Tarshish 3 there is no girdle any more.

11 He hath stretched out his hand Over the sea, he hath disquieted kingdoms 3 the Lord hath given commandment concerning Canaan, to destroy the strongholds thereof.

12 And he said, Thou shalt no more be jubilant, thou outraged virgin-daughter of Zidon 3 arise, pass over to Chittim; there also thou shalt have no rest.

13 Behold the land of the Chaldaeans; 3 this people not: Asshur founded it for desert creatures; they set up his (watch-) towers, they roused up her palaces 3 he hath made her a ruin.

14 Howl, ye ships of Tarshish; 3 for your stronghold is destroyed

15 And it shall be in that day, that Tyre shall beforgotten seventy years, as the days of one king; from the end of seventy years shall it be to Tyre as the song of the harlot.

16 Take a harp, go about the city, forgotten harlot; 3 do well in playing, do much singing, that thou mayest be remembered.

17 And it shall be, from the end of seventy years, the Lord shall visit Tyre, and she shall return to her hire, and shall play the harlot with all the kingdoms of the earth on the face of the ground.

18 And her gain and her hire shall be holy to the Lord: it shall not be treasured nor stored up ; but her gain shall belong to those that dwell before the Lord, to eat sufficiently, and for stately clothing.