ECB(i)
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THE BURDEN OF SOR
The burden of Sor: Howl, you ships of Tarshish; for it is ravaged, so that there is neither house nor entering in: from the land of Kittim it was exposed to them. 2 Be still, you settlers of the island; you whom the merchants of Sidon, who, passing over the sea, fulfilled. 3 And by great waters is the seed of Shichor; the harvest of the river is her produce; and she is a merchant of goyim. 4 Shame, O Sidon: for the sea says - even the stronghold of the sea says, I neither writhe, nor birth; neither nourish youths, nor raise virgins. 5 As at the report concerning Misrayim, they writhe at the report of Sor. 6 You, pass over to Tarshish; howl, you settlers of the island. 7 Is this your city jumping for joy - whose antiquity is of ancient days? - her own feet bear her afar off to sojourn. 8 Who takes this counsel against Sor, the crown - whose merchants are governors? - Whose merchants are the honorable of the earth? 9 Yah Veh Sabaoth counsels it to profane the pomp of all splendour and to abase all the honorable of the earth. 10 Pass through your land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish: there is no more girdle. 11 He spreads his hand over the sea, he quakes the sovereigndoms: Yah Veh misvahs against Kenaan to desolate the strong holds. 12 And he says, You, add not to jump for joy, O you oppressed virgin, daughter of Sidon: rise, pass over to Kittim; even there you rest not. 13 Behold the land of the Kesediym: this people was not; the Ashshuri founded it for the desert dwellers: they raise the towers; they strip bare the citadels; and he sets it to ruin. 14 Howl, you ships of Tarshish: for your stronghold is ravaged. 15 And so be it, in that day, that Sor is forgotten seventy years, according to the days of one sovereign: after the end of seventy years it becomes to Sor as the song of the whore. 16 Take a harp; go about the city, you forgotten whore: strum well-pleasingly; abound the song; so that they remember you. 17 And so be it, after the end of seventy years, Yah Veh visits Sor; and she turns to her payoff and whores with all the sovereigndoms of the earth upon the face of the soil: 18 and her merchandise and her payoff are holy to Yah Veh - neither treasured nor hoarded; for her merchandise is for them settling at the face of Yah Veh - to eat to satiation; and for antique covering.
THE BURDEN OF SOR
The burden of Sor: Howl, you ships of Tarshish; for it is ravaged, so that there is neither house nor entering in: from the land of Kittim it was exposed to them. 2 Be still, you settlers of the island; you whom the merchants of Sidon, who, passing over the sea, fulfilled. 3 And by great waters is the seed of Shichor; the harvest of the river is her produce; and she is a merchant of goyim. 4 Shame, O Sidon: for the sea says - even the stronghold of the sea says, I neither writhe, nor birth; neither nourish youths, nor raise virgins. 5 As at the report concerning Misrayim, they writhe at the report of Sor. 6 You, pass over to Tarshish; howl, you settlers of the island. 7 Is this your city jumping for joy - whose antiquity is of ancient days? - her own feet bear her afar off to sojourn. 8 Who takes this counsel against Sor, the crown - whose merchants are governors? - Whose merchants are the honorable of the earth? 9 Yah Veh Sabaoth counsels it to profane the pomp of all splendour and to abase all the honorable of the earth. 10 Pass through your land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish: there is no more girdle. 11 He spreads his hand over the sea, he quakes the sovereigndoms: Yah Veh misvahs against Kenaan to desolate the strong holds. 12 And he says, You, add not to jump for joy, O you oppressed virgin, daughter of Sidon: rise, pass over to Kittim; even there you rest not. 13 Behold the land of the Kesediym: this people was not; the Ashshuri founded it for the desert dwellers: they raise the towers; they strip bare the citadels; and he sets it to ruin. 14 Howl, you ships of Tarshish: for your stronghold is ravaged. 15 And so be it, in that day, that Sor is forgotten seventy years, according to the days of one sovereign: after the end of seventy years it becomes to Sor as the song of the whore. 16 Take a harp; go about the city, you forgotten whore: strum well-pleasingly; abound the song; so that they remember you. 17 And so be it, after the end of seventy years, Yah Veh visits Sor; and she turns to her payoff and whores with all the sovereigndoms of the earth upon the face of the soil: 18 and her merchandise and her payoff are holy to Yah Veh - neither treasured nor hoarded; for her merchandise is for them settling at the face of Yah Veh - to eat to satiation; and for antique covering.