1 Sentença contra Tiro. Uivai, navios de Társis, porque está assolada, a ponto de não haver nela casa nenhuma, nem ancoradouro. Da terra de Chipre lhes foi isto revelado. 2 Calai-vos, moradores do litoral, vós a quem os mercadores de Sidom enriqueceram, navegando pelo mar. 3 Através das vastas águas, vinha o cereal dos canais do Egito e a ceifa do Nilo, como a tua renda, Tiro, que vieste a ser a feira das nações. 4 Envergonha-te, ó Sidom, porque o mar, a fortaleza do mar, fala, dizendo: Não tive dores de parto, não dei à luz, não criei rapazes, nem eduquei donzelas. 5 Quando a notícia a respeito de Tiro chegar ao Egito, com ela se angustiarão os homens. 6 Passai a Társis, uivai, moradores do litoral. 7 É esta, acaso, a vossa cidade que andava exultante, cuja origem data de remotos dias, cujos pés a levaram até longe para estabelecer-se?

8 Quem formou este desígnio contra Tiro, a cidade distribuidora de coroas, cujos mercadores são príncipes e cujos negociantes são os mais nobres da terra? 9 O Senhor dos Exércitos formou este desígnio para denegrir a soberba de toda beleza e envilecer os mais nobres da terra. 10 Percorre livremente como o Nilo a tua terra, ó filha de Társis; já não há quem te restrinja. 11 O Senhor estendeu a mão sobre o mar e turbou os reinos; deu ordens contra Canaã, para que se destruíssem as suas fortalezas. 12 E disse: Nunca mais exultarás, ó oprimida virgem filha de Sidom; levanta-te, passa a Chipre, mas ainda ali não terás descanso.

13 Eis a terra dos caldeus, povo que até há pouco não era povo e que a Assíria destinara para os sátiros do deserto; povo que levantou suas torres, e arrasou os palácios de Tiro, e os converteu em ruínas. 14 Uivai, navios de Társis, porque é destruída a que era a vossa fortaleza! 15 Naquele dia, Tiro será posta em esquecimento por setenta anos, segundo os dias de um rei; mas no fim dos setenta anos dar-se-á com Tiro o que consta na canção da meretriz: 16 Toma a harpa, rodeia a cidade, ó meretriz, entregue ao esquecimento; canta bem, toca, multiplica as tuas canções, para que se recordem de ti. 17 Findos os setenta anos, o Senhor atentará para Tiro, e ela tornará ao salário da sua impureza e se prostituirá com todos os reinos da terra. 18 O ganho e o salário de sua impureza serão dedicados ao Senhor; não serão entesourados, nem guardados, mas o seu ganho será para os que habitam perante o Senhor, para que tenham comida em abundância e vestes finas.

1 The burden of Tyre.

Howl, ye ships of Tarshish; for it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in: from the land of Kittim it is revealed to them. 2 Be still, ye inhabitants of the coast, thou whom the merchants of Sidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished. 3 And on great waters the seed of the Shihor, the harvest of the Nile, was her revenue; and she was the mart of nations. 4 Be thou ashamed, O Sidon; for the sea hath spoken, the stronghold of the sea, saying, I have not travailed, nor brought forth, neither have I nourished young men, nor brought up virgins. 5 When the report cometh to Egypt, they shall be sorely pained at the report of Tyre. 6 Pass ye over to Tarshish; wail, ye inhabitants of the coast. 7 Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days, whose feet carried her afar off to sojourn?

8 Who hath purposed this against Tyre, the bestower of crowns, whose merchants are princes, whose traffickers are the honorable of the earth? 9 Jehovah of hosts hath purposed it, to stain the pride of all glory, to bring into contempt all the honorable of the earth. 10 Pass through thy land as the Nile, O daughter of Tarshish; there is no restraint any more. 11 He hath stretched out his hand over the sea, he hath shaken the kingdoms: Jehovah hath given commandment concerning Canaan, to destroy the strongholds thereof. 12 And he said, Thou shalt no more rejoice, O thou oppressed virgin daughter of Sidon: arise, pass over to Kittim; even there shalt thou have no rest.

13 Behold, the land of the Chaldeans: this people was not; the Assyrian founded it for them that dwell in the wilderness; they set up their towers; they overthrew the palaces thereof; they made it a ruin. 14 Howl, ye ships of Tarshish; for your stronghold is laid waste. 15 And it shall come to pass in that day, that Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, according to the days of one king: after the end of seventy years it shall be unto Tyre as in the song of the harlot. 16 Take a harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered. 17 And it shall come to pass after the end of seventy years, that Jehovah will visit Tyre, and she shall return to her hire, and shall play the harlot with all the kingdoms of the world upon the face of the earth. 18 And her merchandise and her hire shall be holiness to Jehovah: it shall not be treasured nor laid up; for her merchandise shall be for them that dwell before Jehovah, to eat sufficiently, and for durable clothing.

1 A prophecy against Tyre: Wail, you 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, Sidon, and you 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?

8 Who planned this against Tyre, the bestower of crowns, whose merchants are princes, whose traders are renowned in the earth?

9 The LORD Almighty planned it, to bring down her pride in all her splendor and to humble all who are renowned on the earth.

10 Till "your land as they do along the Nile, Daughter Tarshish, for you no longer have a harbor.

11 The LORD has stretched out his hand over the sea and made its kingdoms tremble. He has given an order concerning Phoenicia that her fortresses be destroyed.

12 He said, "No more of your reveling, Virgin Daughter Sidon, now crushed! "Up, cross over to Cyprus; even there you will find no rest."

13 Look at the land of the Babylonians, "this people that is now of no account! The Assyrians have made it a place for desert creatures; they raised up their siege towers, they stripped its fortresses bare and turned it into a ruin.

14 Wail, you ships of Tarshish; your fortress is destroyed!

15 At that time Tyre will be forgotten for seventy years, the span of a king's life. But at the end of these seventy years, it will happen to Tyre as in the song of the prostitute:

16 "Take up a harp, walk through the city, you forgotten prostitute; play the harp well, sing many a song, so that you will be remembered."

17 At the end of seventy years, the LORD will deal with Tyre. She will return to her lucrative prostitution and will ply her trade with all the kingdoms on the face of the earth.

18 Yet her profit and her earnings will be set apart for the LORD; they will not be stored up or hoarded. Her profits will go to those who live before the LORD, for abundant food and fine clothes.