Isaiah 23

¹The Burden of Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, For it hath been destroyed, Without house, without entrance, From the land of Chittim it was revealed to them.

²Be silent, ye inhabitants of the isle, Trader of Zidon, passing the sea, they filled thee.

³And in many waters [is] the seed of Sihor, The harvest of the brook [is] her increase, And she is a mart of nations.

⁴Be ashamed, O Zidon; for the sea spake, The strength of the sea, saying: 'I have not been pained, nor have I brought forth, Nor have I nourished young men, [nor] brought up virgins.'

⁵As [at] the report of Egypt they are pained, So [at] the report of Tyre.

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

⁷Is this your exulting one? From the days of old [is] her antiquity, Carry her do her own feet afar off to sojourn.

⁸Who hath counselled this against Tyre, The crowning one, whose traders [are] princes, Her merchants the honoured of earth?'

⁹Jehovah of Hosts hath counselled it, To pollute the excellency of all beauty, To make light all the honoured of earth.

¹⁰Pass through thy land as a brook, Daughter of Tarshish, there is no more a girdle.

¹¹His hand He hath stretched out over the sea, He hath caused kingdoms to tremble, Jehovah hath charged concerning the merchant one, To destroy her strong places.

¹²And He saith, 'Thou dost not add any more to exult, O oppressed one, virgin daughter of Zidon, To Chittim arise, pass over, Even there — there is no rest for thee.'