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A Prophecy About Tyre
An oracle concerning Tyre:
Wail, O ships of Tarshish!
For Tyre is destroyed
and left without house or harbor.
From the land of Cyprus
word has come to them.
2
Be silent, you people of the island
and you merchants of Sidon,
whom the seafarers have enriched.
3
On the great waters
came the grain of the Shihor;
the harvest of the Nile was the revenue of Tyre,
and she became the marketplace of the nations.
4
Be ashamed, O Sidon, and you, O fortress of the sea,
for the sea has spoken:
“I have neither been in labor nor given birth;
I have neither reared sons nor brought up daughters.”
5
When word comes to Egypt,
they will be in anguish at the report from Tyre.
6
Cross over to Tarshish;
wail, you people of the island.
7
Is this your city of revelry,
the old, old city,
whose feet have taken her
to settle in far-off lands?