The burden of Tyre. Howl, ye 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. Be still, ye inhabitants of the isle; thou whom the merchants of Zidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished. And by great waters the seed of Sihor, the harvest of the river, is her revenue; and she is a mart of nations. Be thou ashamed, O Zidon: for the sea hath 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. As at the report concerning Egypt, so shall they be sorely pained at the report of Tyre.
Returning from Tarshish, seamen from Tyre received news of the city’s fall when they reached Cyprus. With their houses destroyed and no harbor to return to, they cried out in dismay. The merchants of Sidon sat in stunned silence as they remembered how their Tyrian neighbors had crossed the sea, bringing grain from the Upper Nile, how they had been the merchants of the nations. Sidon, the mother city of Tyre, was ashamed as the waves beat against the ruins of Tyre, which seemed to echo the city’s lament. It was as if Tyre never had any children to inhabit it. Egypt, too, was in agony at the report of the loss of her best customer.