The burden of Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish; for it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in: from the land of Chittim it is revealed to them.

And the merchants of the earth shall weep and mourn over her; for no man buyeth their merchandise any more:

And upon all the ships of Tarshish, and upon all pleasant pictures. {pleasant...: Heb. pictures of desire}

The ships of Tarshish did sing of thee in thy market: and thou wast replenished, and made very glorious in the midst of the seas.

Pass ye over to Tarshish; howl, ye inhabitants of the isle.

For in one hour so great riches is come to nought. And every shipmaster, and all the company in ships, and sailors, and as many as trade by sea, stood afar off,

Pass through thy land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish: {there is} no more strength. {strength: Heb. girdle}

The ships of Tarshish did sing of thee in thy market: and thou wast replenished, and made very glorious in the midst of the seas.

Tarshish {was} thy merchant by reason of the multitude of all {kind of} riches; with silver, iron, tin, and lead, they traded in thy fairs.