1 This is a message concerning Tyre: Wail, you ships of Tarshish, for your harbor has been destroyed. The news has reached them from the land of Cyprus.

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

2 Be silent, you inhabitants of the coastland, you merchants of Sidon, whose messengers cross over the sea.

Be still, ye inhabitants of the isle; thou whom the merchants of Zidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished.

3 On the great waters came the grain of Shihor, the harvest of the Nile, its revenue; it was the marketplace of nations.

And by great waters the seed of Sihor, the harvest of the river, is her revenue; and she is a mart of nations.

4 Be ashamed, Sidon, for the sea has spoken, the stronghold of the sea, saying, 'I have neither labored nor given birth; I have not raised young men or brought up virgins.'

Be thou ashamed, O Zidon: for the sea hath spoken, even the strength of the sea, saying, I travail not, nor bring forth children, neither do I nourish up young men, nor bring up virgins.

5 When the news reaches Egypt, they will writhe in anguish at the report about Tyre.

As at the report concerning Egypt, so shall they be sorely pained at the report of Tyre.

6 Cross over to Tarshish; wail, you inhabitants of the coastland.

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

7 Is this your jubilant city, whose origins are from days long ago, whose feet carried her to settle far away?

Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days? her own feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn.

8 Who has planned this against Tyre, the giver of crowns, whose merchants were princes, whose traders were honored in the earth?

Who hath taken this counsel against Tyre, the crowning city, whose merchants are princes, whose traffickers are the honourable of the earth?

9 The LORD of Hosts has planned it, to defile the pride of all glory, to humble all who are honored on the earth.

The LORD of hosts hath purposed it, to stain the pride of all glory, and to bring into contempt all the honourable of the earth.

10 Overflow your land like the Nile, O daughter of Tarshish; there is no longer any harbor restraining you.

Pass through thy land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish: there is no more strength.

11 He has stretched out His hand over the sea; He has made kingdoms tremble. The LORD has commanded for Canaan to be destroyed, and her strongholds laid waste.

He stretched out his hand over the sea, he shook the kingdoms: the LORD hath given a commandment against the merchant city, to destroy the strong holds thereof.

12 He has said, 'You will no longer rejoice, O oppressed virgin daughter of Sidon. Rise, cross over to Cyprus; even there you will find no rest.'

And he said, Thou shalt no more rejoice, O thou oppressed virgin, daughter of Zidon: arise, pass over to Chittim; there also shalt thou have no rest.

13 Behold the land of the Chaldeans—this is the people that was not; Assyria established it as a refuge for wild creatures. They set up its siege towers, stripped its palaces bare, and made it a ruin.

Behold the land of the Chaldeans; this people was not, till the Assyrian founded it for them that dwell in the wilderness: they set up the towers thereof, they raised up the palaces thereof; and he brought it to ruin.

14 Wail, you ships of Tarshish, for your stronghold is destroyed.

Howl, ye ships of Tarshish: for your strength is laid waste.

15 On that day, Tyre will be forgotten for seventy years, the span of a king’s lifetime. At the end of seventy years, Tyre will be like the song of a prostitute.

And it shall come to pass in that day, that Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, according to the days of one king: after the end of seventy years shall Tyre sing as an harlot.

16 Take up a harp, go about the city, you forgotten prostitute. Play skillfully, sing many songs, so that you may be remembered.

Take an harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered.

17 At the end of seventy years, the LORD will attend to Tyre. She will return to her hire and will prostitute herself to all the kingdoms of the world on the face of the earth.

And it shall come to pass after the end of seventy years, that the LORD will visit Tyre, and she shall turn to her hire, and shall commit fornication with all the kingdoms of the world upon the face of the earth.

18 Yet her merchandise and her hire will be consecrated to the LORD; it will not be stored or hoarded, but it will provide for those who live in the presence of the LORD—for abundant food and fine clothing.

And her merchandise and her hire shall be holiness to the LORD: it shall not be treasured nor laid up; for her merchandise shall be for them that dwell before the LORD, to eat sufficiently, and for durable clothing.