Pass ye over to Tarshish; howl, ye inhabitants of the isle. Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days? her own feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn. Who hath taken this counsel against Tyre, the crowning city, whose merchants are princes, whose traffickers are the honourable of the earth? The LORD of hosts hath purposed it, to stain the pride of all glory, and to bring into contempt all the honourable of the earth.
The Tyrians were told to seek asylum as far away as Tarshish. Once the inhabitants of an ancient prosperous city, their feet now carry them too far off of their lands. It was the Lord of hosts, who brought this horror on Tyre, with all its power, riches, and glory, as He was determined to dishonor the pride of all human glory.