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.