1 The burden of Tyre. Howl, you ships of Tarshish; for it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in: from the land of Kittim it is revealed to them.
2 Be still, you inhabitants of the coast, you whom the merchants of Sidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished.
3 On great waters the seed of the Shihor, the harvest of the Nile, was her revenue; and she was the market of nations.
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