Isaiah 23:1-14

1The burden of Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish! for it is laid waste, so that there is no house, none entering in. From the land of Chittim it is revealed to them.

2Be still, ye inhabitants of the isle! The merchants of Sidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished thee.

3And on great waters, the seed of Shihor, the harvest of the Nile, was her revenue; and she was the market of the nations.

4Be thou ashamed, Sidon, for the sea hath spoken, the strength of the sea, saying, I have not travailed nor brought forth, neither have I nourished young men [nor] brought up virgins.

5— When the report came into Egypt, they were sorely pained at the news of Tyre.

6Pass over to Tarshish; howl, ye inhabitants of the coast!

7Is this your joyous [city], whose antiquity is of ancient days? Her feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn.

8Who hath purposed this against Tyre, the distributor of crowns, whose merchants were princes, whose dealers were the honourable of the earth?

9Jehovah of hosts hath purposed it, to profane the pride of all glory, to bring to nought all the honourable of the earth.

10Overflow thy land like the Nile, daughter of Tarshish: there is no more restraint.

11He hath stretched out his hand over the sea, he shaketh the kingdoms. Jehovah hath given a commandment concerning Canaan, to destroy the strongholds thereof,

12and hath said, Thou shalt no more exult, [thou] oppressed virgin, daughter of Sidon: get thee up, pass over to Chittim; even there shalt thou have no rest.

13Behold the land of the Chaldeans: this people did not exist; the Assyrian founded it for the dwellers in the desert: they set up their towers, they destroyed the palaces thereof; he brought it to ruin.

14Howl, ships of Tarshish! for your fortress is laid waste.