MKJV(i)
1 The burden against Tyre: Howl, ships of Tarshish! For it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in. From the land of Chittim it is revealed to them.
2 Be still, inhabitants of the coast, merchant of Sidon, who pass over the sea. They have filled you.
3 And by great waters, the seed of Sihor and the harvest of the river Nile was her revenue; and she a mart of nations.
4 Be ashamed, O Sidon; for the sea has spoken, the strength of the sea, saying, I have not travailed nor brought forth. I have not nourished young men nor raised up virgins.
5 As the report comes to Egypt, so they shall be grieved at the report of Tyre.
6 Pass over Tarshish. Howl, inhabitants of the coast!
7 Is this your joyous city from days of her old age? Her own feet carry it afar off to stay.
8 Who has purposed this against Tyre, the crowning city, whose merchants are rulers, whose merchants are the weighty of the earth?