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?'
9. Jehovah of Hosts hath counselled it, To pollute the excellency of all beauty, To make light all the honoured of earth.
10. Pass through thy land as a brook, Daughter of Tarshish, there is no more a girdle.