Chapter 23

The burden of Tyre. Howl,⁵⁴ ye ships of Tarshish; for it is laid waste,²⁷ so that there is no house, no entering in:² from the land of Chittim it is revealed⁸ to them.

Be still,³ ye inhabitants⁶ of the isle; thou whom the merchants⁶ of Zidon, that pass over⁶ the sea, have replenished.¹⁴

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

Be thou ashamed,³ O Zidon: for the sea hath spoken,¹ [even] the strength of the sea, saying,² I travail¹ not, nor bring forth children,¹ neither do I nourish up¹⁴ young men, [nor] bring up³¹ virgins.

As at the report concerning Egypt, [so] shall they be sorely pained⁴ at the report of Tyre.

Pass ye over³ to Tarshish; howl,⁵⁴ ye inhabitants⁶ of the isle.

[Is] this your joyous [city], whose antiquity [is] of ancient days? her own feet shall carry⁵⁵ her afar off to sojourn.²

Who hath taken this counsel¹ against Tyre, the crowning⁵⁶ [city], whose merchants⁶ [are] princes, whose traffickers [are] the honourable¹² of the earth?

The LORD of hosts hath purposed¹ it, to stain¹⁵ the pride of all glory, [and] to bring into contempt⁵³ all the honourable¹² of the earth.

Pass through³ thy land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish: [there is] no more strength.

He stretched out¹ his hand over the sea, he shook⁵² the kingdoms: the LORD hath given a commandment¹⁴ against the merchant [city], to destroy⁵³ the strong holds thereof.

And he said,⁴ Thou shalt no more⁵⁵ rejoice,² O thou oppressed³⁰ virgin, daughter of Zidon: arise,³ pass over³ to Chittim; there also shalt thou have no rest.⁴

Behold the land of the Chaldeans; this people was not, [till] the Assyrian founded¹ it for them that dwell in the wilderness: they set up⁵² the towers thereof, they raised up²² the palaces thereof; [and] he brought¹ it to ruin.

Howl,⁵⁴ ye ships of Tarshish: for your strength is laid waste.²⁷

And it shall come to pass in that day, that Tyre shall be forgotten¹² seventy years, according to the days of one king: after the end of seventy years shall Tyre sing as an harlot.⁶

Take³ an harp, go about³ the city, thou harlot⁶ that hast been forgotten;¹² make sweet⁵⁴ melody,¹⁵ sing many⁵⁴ songs, that thou mayest be remembered.¹¹

And it shall come to pass after the end of seventy years, that the LORD will visit⁴ Tyre, and she shall turn¹ to her hire, and shall commit fornication¹ with all the kingdoms of the world upon the face of the earth.

And her merchandise and her hire shall be holiness to the LORD: it shall not be treasured¹¹ nor laid up;¹¹ for her merchandise shall be for them that dwell⁶ before the LORD, to eat² sufficiently, and for durable clothing.