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CHAPTER 23

1A portent concerning Tyre.

                 Wail, O Tarshish ships,

                     for their house is sacked.

                 When they came from the land of Kittim,

                     it was revealed to them.

                 2Be still, you coastland dwellers,

                     traders of Sidon.

                 Your agents cross the seas

                     3over the many waters.

                 Grain of Shihor, harvest of the Nile, her yield,

                     and she became the trade of nations.

                 4Be ashamed, Sidon,

                     for the sea has said,

                         the stronghold of the sea:

                 I did not labor, did not give birth,

                     and I did not nurture young men,

                         nor raise up virgin girls.”

                 5When Egypt heard of it,

                     they shook as when hearing of Tyre.

                 6Pass on to Tarshish,

                     wail, you coastland dwellers.

                 7Is this your reveling one,

                     from days of yore, her ancient past,

                 whose feet led her

                     to sojourn far away?

                 8Who has counseled this

                     against the crowned Tyre,

                 whose traders are nobles,

                     her merchants notables of the land?

                 9The LORD of Armies counseled it

                     to profane the pride of all splendor,

                         to debase all notables of the land.

                 10Pass through your land like the Nile,

                     O Daughter of Tarshish—

                         there is no more a harbor.

                 11His hand He stretched over the sea,

                     He made kingdoms quake.

                 The LORD has charged concerning Canaan

                     to destroy her strongholds.

                 12And He said: You shall no longer revel,

                     oppressed Virgin Daughter of Sidon.

                 Rise, cross over to Kittim.

                     There, too, you shall have no respite.

                 13Look, the land of the Chaldeans,

                     this is the people that is no more.

                 Assyria founded it for ships,

                     they put up their siege-towers,

                 laid waste its citadels,

                     turned it into ruins.

                 14Wail, O Tarshish ships,

                     for your stronghold has been sacked.

15And it shall happen on that day that Tyre shall be forgotten for seventy years, like the days of a single king. At the end of the seventy years it shall be with Tyre as the song about the whore:

                 16Take up a lyre, go round the town,

                     forgotten whore.

                 Play sweetly, many songs,

                     so that you remember.

17And it shall happen at the end of the seventy years that God shall single out Tyre, and she shall go back to her whore’s pay and go whoring with all the kingdoms of the world on the face of the earth. 18But her trade and her whore’s pay shall be consecrated to the LORD. It shall not be stocked and shall not be stored, but her trade shall be for those dwelling before the LORD, eating their fill, and for rich attire.