1. The Burden of Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, For it hath been destroyed, Without house, without entrance, From the land of Chittim it was revealed to them.
2. Be silent, ye inhabitants of the isle, Trader of Zidon, passing the sea, they filled thee.
3. And in many waters [is] the seed of Sihor, The harvest of the brook [is] her increase, And she is a mart of nations.
4. Be ashamed, O Zidon; for the sea spake, The strength of the sea, saying: `I have not been pained, nor have I brought forth, Nor have I nourished young men, [nor] brought up virgins.'
5. As [at] the report of Egypt they are pained, So [at] the report of Tyre.
6. Pass over to Tarshish, howl, ye inhabitants of the isle,
7. Is this your exulting one? From the days of old [is] her antiquity, Carry her do her own feet afar off to sojourn.
8. Who hath counselled this against Tyre, The crowning one, whose traders [are] princes, Her merchants the honoured of earth?'