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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 Zidon,
who pass over the sea, have replenished.

3 And by great waters the seed of Sihor,
the harvest of the river, is her revenue.

And she is a mart of nations.

4 Be you ashamed, O Zidon . . .
for the sea has spoken,
even the strength of the sea, saying,
'I travail not, nor bring forth children,
neither do I nourish up young men,
nor bring up virgins.'

5 As at the report concerning Egypt,
so shall they be sorely pained
at the report of Tyre.

6 Pass you over to Tarshish.

Howl, you inhabitants of the isle.

7 Is this your joyous city,
whose antiquity is of ancient days?

Her own feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn.

8 Who has taken this counsel against Tyre,
the crowning city,
whose merchants are princes,
whose traffickers are the honorable of the earth?

9 Jehovah/God of the armies/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 as a river,
O daughter of Tarshish.

There is no more strength.

11 He stretched out his hand over the sea,
He shook the kingdoms.

Jehovah/God has given a commandment
against the merchant city,
to destroy the strong holds thereof.

12 And He said,
'You shall no more rejoice,
O you oppressed virgin, daughter of Zidon.

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 desert/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 an harlot.

16 Take an harp,
go about the city,
you harlot who has 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 Jehovah/God will visit Tyre,
and she shall turn 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 hire
shall be holiness to Jehovah/God.

It shall not be treasured nor laid up . . .
for her merchandise shall be for those
who dwell before Jehovah/God,
to eat sufficiently,
and for durable clothing.