Wail, O ships of Tarshish, for your harbor has been destroyed!
This is the burden against Tyre: Wail, O ships of Tarshish, for Tyre is laid waste, without house or harbor. Word has re
And the merchants of the earth will weep and mourn over her, because there is no one left to buy their cargo—
against every ship of Tarshish, and against every stately vessel.
Cross over to Tarshish; wail, O inhabitants of the coastland!
The ships of Tarshish carried your merchandise. And you were filled with heavy cargo in the heart of the sea.