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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 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.
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