Isaiah, Chapter 23

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 Chittim it is revealed to them.    2. Be still, you inhabitants of the isle; you whom the merchants of Sidon, that pass over the sea, have filled.    3. And by great waters the grain of Sihor, the harvest of the Nile, is her revenue; and she is a market of nations.    4. Be ashamed, O Sidon: for the sea has spoken, even the strength of the sea, saying, I do not labor painfully, nor bring forth children, neither do I raise young men, nor bring up virgins.    5. As at the report concerning Egypt, so shall they be greatly pained at the report of Tyre.    6. Pass over to Tarshish; howl, you inhabitants of the isle.    7. Is this your joyful city, whose antiquity is of ancient days? her own feet shall carry her far off to dwell for a time.    8. Who has purposed this against Tyre, the crowning city, whose merchants are princes, whose traders are the honorable of the earth?    9. The LORD of hosts has purposed it, to stain the pride of all glory, and to bring into contempt all the honorable of the earth.    10. Pass through your land like a river, O daughter of Tarshish: there is no more strength.    11. He stretched out his hand over the sea, he shook the kingdoms: the LORD has given a commandment against the merchant city, to destroy the strongholds thereof.    12. And he said, You shall no longer rejoice, O you oppressed virgin, daughter of Sidon: arise, pass over to Chittim; there also shall you have no rest.    13. Behold the land of the Chaldeans; this people was not, till the Assyrian founded it for those who dwell in the wilderness: they set up the towers thereof, they raised up the palaces thereof; and he brought it to ruin.    14. Howl, you ships of Tarshish: for your strength is laid waste.    15. And it shall come to pass in that day, that Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, according to the days of one king: after the end of seventy years shall Tyre sing as a harlot.    16. Take a harp, go about the city, you harlot who have been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that you may be remembered.    17. And it shall come to pass after the end of seventy years, that the LORD will visit Tyre, and she shall return to her hire, and shall commit fornication with all the kingdoms of the world upon the face of the earth.    18. And her merchandise and her wages shall be holiness to the LORD: it shall not be treasured nor laid up; for her merchandise shall be for those who dwell before the LORD, to eat sufficiently, and for durable clothing.