Rotherham(i)
15 Thus, saith My Lord, Yahweh, to Tyre: Shall it not be, that, At the sound of thy fall, With the groan of thy pierced one, With the slaughter made in thy midst, The Coastlands, shall tremble?
16 Then shall come down from off their thrones, all the princes of the sea, And shall lay aside their robes, And, their embroidered garments, shall strip off,––With tremblings, shall they clothe themselves, Upon the ground, shall they sit, And shall tremble every moment, and be astonished over thee.
17 Then shall they take up over thee, a dirge, And say to thee,––How, hast thou perished, And ceased from the seas,––The city renowned, which was strong in the sea, She and they who dwelt in her, Who imparted their terror, To all who dwelt in her.
18 Now, shall tremble, the Coastlands, In the day of thy fall,––And shall shudder, the isles that are in the sea, At thine exit!
19 For, thus, saith My Lord, Yahweh, When I make thee a desolate city, Like cities which cannot be dwelt in,––When I bring up over thee the roaring deep, And the mighty waters cover thee,
20 Then will I bring thee down with them that go down into the pit, Unto the people of age–past times, And cause thee to dwell in the earth below, Among the desolations from age–past times, With them that go down into the pit, That thou mayest not be dwelt in,––Nor yet present thyself in the land of the living.
21 A terror, will I make thee, And thou shalt not be: Though thou be sought for, Thou shalt not be found any more, To times age–abiding, Declareth My Lord, Yahweh.