LXX2012(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 are the dwellers in 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, yes, 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 you⌃ to Carthage; howl, you⌃ that dwell in this island.