Isaiah 23

1 The burden of Tyre. Wail, all of you ships of Tarshish; for it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in: from the land of Chittim it is revealed to them.

The Burden of Tyre. Howl, you ships of Tarshish, For it has been destroyed, Without house, without entrance, From the land of Chittim it was revealed to them.

2 Be still, all of you inhabitants of the isle; you whom the merchants of Zidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished.

Be silent, you inhabitants of the island, Trader of Sidon, passing the sea, they filled you.

3 And by great waters the seed of Sihor, the harvest of the river, is her revenue; and she is a merchant of nations.

And the seed of Sihor [is] in many waters, Her increase [is] the harvest of the brook, And she is a market of nations.

4 Be you ashamed, O Zidon: for the sea has spoken, even the strength of the sea, saying, I travail not, nor bring forth children, neither do I nourish up young men, nor bring up virgins.

Be ashamed, O Sidon; for the sea spoke, The strength of the sea, saying, “I have not been pained, nor have I brought forth, Nor have I nourished young men, [nor] brought up virgins.”

5 As at the report concerning Egypt, so shall they be sorely pained at the report of Tyre.

As they are pained [at] the report of Egypt, So [at] the report of Tyre.

6 Pass all of you over to Tarshish; wail, all of you inhabitants of the isle.

Pass over to Tarshish, howl, you inhabitants of the island,

7 Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days? her own feet shall carry her far off to sojourn.

Is this your exulting one? Her antiquity [is] from the days of old, Her own feet carry her far off to sojourn.

8 Who has taken this counsel against Tyre, the crowning city, whose merchants are princes, whose traffickers are the honourable of the earth?

Who has counseled this against Tyre, The crowning one, whose traders [are] princes, Her merchants—the honored of earth?

9 The LORD of hosts has purposed it, to stain the pride of all glory, and to bring into contempt all the honourable of the earth.

YHWH of Hosts has counseled it, To defile the excellence of all beauty, To make light all the honored of earth.

10 Pass through your land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish: there is no more strength.

Pass through your land as a brook, Daughter of Tarshish, There is no longer a girdle.

11 He stretched out his hand over the sea, he shook the kingdoms: the LORD has given a commandment against the merchant city, to destroy the strong holds thereof.

He has stretched out His hand over the sea, He has caused kingdoms to tremble, YHWH has charged concerning the merchant one, To destroy her strong places.

12 And he said, You shall no more rejoice, O you oppressed virgin, daughter of Zidon: arise, pass over to Chittim; there also shall you have no rest.

And He says, “You do not add to exult anymore, O oppressed one, virgin daughter of Sidon, To Chittim arise, pass over, Even there—there is no rest for you.”

13 Behold the land of the Chaldeans; this people was not, till the Assyrian founded it for them that dwell in the wilderness: they set up the towers thereof, they raised up the palaces thereof; and he brought it to ruin.

Behold, the land of the Chaldeans—this people was not, Asshur founded it for desert-dwellers, They raised its watchtowers, They lifted up her palaces—He has appointed her for a ruin!

14 Wail, all of you ships of Tarshish: for your strength is laid waste.

Howl, you ships of Tarshish, For your strength has been destroyed.

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 shall Tyre sing as an harlot.

And it has come to pass in that day, That Tyre is forgotten seventy years, According to the days of one king. At the end of seventy years there is to Tyre as the song of the harlot.

16 Take an harp, go about the city, you harlot that have been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that you may be remembered.

Take a harp, go around the city, O forgotten harlot, play well, Multiply song that you may be remembered.

17 And it shall come to pass after the end of seventy years, that the LORD will visit Tyre, and she shall turn to her hire, and shall commit fornication with all the kingdoms of the world upon the face of the earth.

And it has come to pass, At the end of seventy years YHWH inspects Tyre, And she has returned to her wage, And she committed fornication With all kingdoms of the earth on the face of the ground.

18 And her merchandise and her hire shall be holiness to the LORD: it shall not be treasured nor laid up; for her merchandise shall be for them that dwell before the LORD, to eat sufficiently, and for durable clothing.

And her merchandise and her wage have been holy to YHWH, Not treasured up nor stored, For her merchandise is to those sitting before YHWH, To eat to satiety, and for a lasting covering!