Moffatt(i)
14 [Relocated to between vss 22 & 23] Vanished the ripe fruit of thy soul's desire! Perished thy luxury and splendour! Never again to be seen.
15 The traders in these wares, who made rich profits from her, will stand far off for fear of her torture, weeping and wailing:
16 'Woe and alas, for the great city, robed in linen, in purple and scarlet, her ornaments of gold, of jewels and pearl!
17 And all this splendour gone in one brief hour!' And all shipmasters and sea-faring folk, sailors and all whose business lies upon the sea, stood far off