CAB(i)
1 The word concerning Tyre. Howl, you ships of Carthage; for she has perished, and men no longer arrive from the land of the Citians; she is led captive.
2 To whom have the inhabitants of the island become like, the merchants of Phoenice, passing over the sea
3 in great waters, a generation of merchants? As when the harvest is gathered in, so are these traders with the nations.
4 Be ashamed, O Sidon; the sea has said, yea, the strength of the sea has said, I have not travailed, nor brought forth, nor have I brought up young men, nor reared virgins.
5 Moreover when it shall be heard in Egypt, sorrow shall seize them for Tyre.
6 Depart to Carthage. Howl, you that dwell in this island.
7 Was not this your pride from the beginning, before she was given up?