1 The Word concerning Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Carthage; for she has perished, and men no longer arrive from the land of the Citians: she is led captive.
2 To whom are the dwellers in the island become like, the merchants of Phœnice, passing over the sea
3 in great waters, a generation of merchants? as when the harvest is gathered in, so are these traders with the nations.
4 Be ashamed, O Sidon: the sea has said, yea, the strength of the sea has said, I have not travailed, nor brought forth, nor have I brought up young men, nor reared virgins.
8 Who has devised this counsel against Tyre? Is she inferior? or has she no strength? her merchants were the glorious princes of the earth.
9 The Lord of hosts has purposed to bring down all the pride of the glorious ones, and to disgrace every glorious thing on the earth.
11 And thy hand prevails no more by sea, which troubled kings: the Lord of hosts has given a command concerning Chanaan, to destroy the strength thereof.
12 And men shall say, Ye shall no longer at all continue to insult and injure the daughter of Sidon: and if thou depart to the Citians, neither there shalt thou have rest.
13 And if thou depart to the land of the Chaldeans, this also is laid waste by the Assyrians, for her wall is fallen.
15 And it shall come to pass in that day, that Tyre shall be left seventy years, as the time of a king, as the time of a man: and it shall come to pass after seventy years, that Tyre shall be as the song of a harlot.
16 Take a harp, go about, O city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; play well on the harp, sing many songs , that thou mayest be remembered.