Isaiah 23

¹The burden of Tyre.

²Be still, ye inhabitants of the isle;

³And by great waters the seed of Sihor,

⁴Be thou ashamed, O Zidon: for the sea hath spoken,

⁵As at the report concerning Egypt,

⁶Pass ye over to Tarshish; howl, ye inhabitants of the isle.

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

⁸Who hath taken this counsel against Tyre, the crowning city,

⁹The Lord of hosts hath purposed it,

¹⁰Pass through thy land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish:

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

¹²And he said, Thou shalt no more rejoice,

¹³Behold the land of the Chaldeans;

¹⁴Howl, ye ships of Tarshish: for your strength is laid waste.

¹⁵And it shall come to pass in that day,

¹⁶Take a harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten;

¹⁷And it shall come to pass after the end of seventy years,

¹⁸And her merchandise and her hire shall be holiness to the Lord: