Wail, O ships of Tarshish,
    for your fortress is destroyed.[a]
When they came in from Cyprus
    they learned of it.
2Be still, O inhabitants of the coast,
    O merchants of Sidon,
your messengers crossed over the sea[b]
3    and were on the mighty waters;
your revenue was the grain of Shihor,
    the harvest of the Nile;
    you were the merchant of the nations.
4Be ashamed, O Sidon, for the sea has spoken,
    the fortress of the sea, saying:
“I have neither labored nor given birth,
    I have neither reared young men
    nor brought up young women.”
5When the report comes to Egypt,
    they will be in anguish over the report about Tyre.
6Cross over to Tarshish—
    wail, O inhabitants of the coast!
7Is this your exultant city
    whose origin is from days of old,
whose feet carried her
    to settle far away?
8Who has planned this
    against Tyre, the bestower of crowns,
whose merchants were princes,
    whose traders were the honored of the earth?
9The Lord of hosts has planned it—
    to defile the pride of all glory,
    to shame all the honored of the earth.
10Cross over to your own land,
    O ships of[c] Tarshish;
    this is a harbor[d] no more.
11He has stretched out his hand over the sea,
    he has shaken the kingdoms;
the Lord has given command concerning Canaan
    to destroy its fortresses.
12He said:
You will exult no longer,
    O oppressed virgin daughter Sidon;
rise, cross over to Cyprus—
    even there you will have no rest.