28. At the sound of the cry of your pilots the countryside shakes,
29. and down from their ships come all who handle the oar.The mariners and all the pilots of the seastand on the land
30. and shout aloud over youand cry out bitterly. They cast dust on their heads and wallow in ashes;
31. they make themselves bald for youand put sackcloth on their waist,and they weep over you in bitterness of soul,with bitter mourning.
32. In their wailing they raise a lamentation for youand lament over you: ‘Who is like Tyre,like one destroyed in the midst of the sea?