Cross over to Tarshish; wail, O inhabitants of the coastland!
He said, “You shall rejoice no more, O oppressed Virgin Daughter of Sidon. Get up and cross over to Cyprus—even there yo
Therefore let Moab wail; let them wail together for Moab. Moan for the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth, you who are utterly
For they flee from the sword—the sword that is drawn—from the bow that is bent, and from the stress of battle.
Cultivate your land like the Nile, O Daughter of Tarshish; there is no longer a harbor.
This is the burden against Tyre: Wail, O ships of Tarshish, for Tyre is laid waste, without house or harbor. Word has re