1An heavy burthen upon Tyrus. Mourn ye ships of Tharsis, for she is thrown down to the ground, and conquered of them that are come from Cethim.
2The indwellers of the Islands, the merchants of Sidon, and they that occupied the sea, (of whom thou wast full sometime) are at a point.
3For by sea were there fruits brought unto thee, and all manner of corn by water. Thou wast the common market of all people.
4Sidon is sorry for it, yea and all the power of the sea complaineth, and sayeth: O that I had never traveled with child, that I had never born any, that I had neither nourished boy, nor brought up daughter.
5As soon as Egypt perceiveth it, she will be as sorry as Tyrus it self.
6Go over the sea, mourn ye that dwell in the Isles.
7Is not that the glorious city, which hath been of long antiquity? Whose natives dwelling far off, commend her so greatly?
8Who hath devised such things upon Tyrus the crown of all cities, whose merchants and Captains were the highest and principal of the world?
9Even the LORD of Hosts hath devised it, that he may put down all pomp, and minish all the Glory of the world.
10Go thorow thy land (O thou daughter of the sea) as men go over the water, and there is not a girdle more.
11Thus the LORD that removeth the kingdoms, hath taken in hand against that mighty Canaan to root(rote) it out: hath stretched out his hand over the sea,
12and said: From hence forth shalt thou make no more mirth, O thou daughter of Sidon: for thou shalt be put down of the Cethens. Stand up therefore, and go where the enemy will carry thee, where thou shalt also have no rest.
13Behold, (for thine example) The Chaldees were such a people, that no man was like them, Assur builded them: he set up his castles and palaces, and broke them down again.
14And therefore mourn (ye ships of the sea) for your power shall be thrown down.
15After that, shall the seventy years of Tyrus (even as long as their kings life was) be forgotten. And after seventy years, it shall happen to Tyrus as with an harlot that playeth upon a lute.
16Take thy lute (say men to her) and go about the city, thou art yet an unknown wench, make pastime with divers ballads,(balettes) whereby thou mayest come into acquaintance.
17Thus shall it happen after seventy years. The LORD shall visit the city of Tyrus, and it shall come again to her merchandise, and shall occupy with all the kingdoms that be in the world.
18But all her occupying and wining shall be hallowed unto the LORD. For then shall they lay up nothing behind them nor upon heaps: but the merchandise of Tirus shall belong to the citizens of the LORD, to the feeding and sustaining of the hungry, and to the clothing of the aged.