| Chapter
23 |
| 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 Chittim it is revealed to
them. |
| 2 | Be still, ye
inhabitants of the isle; thou whom the merchants of Zidon, that pass over the
sea, have replenished. |
| 3 |
And by great waters the seed of Sihor, the harvest of the river, is her
revenue; and she is a mart of nations. |
| 4 | Be thou ashamed, O Zidon: for the sea hath 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. |
| 5 | As at the report concerning Egypt, so
shall they be sorely pained at the report of Tyre. |
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6 | Pass ye over to Tarshish; howl, ye inhabitants of
the isle. |
| 7 | Is this your
joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days? her own feet shall carry her
afar off to sojourn. |
| 8 |
Who hath taken this counsel against Tyre, the crowning city, whose merchants
are princes, whose traffickers are the honourable of the earth? |
| 9 | The LORD of hosts hath purposed it,
to stain the pride of all glory, and to bring into contempt all the honourable
of the earth. |
| 10 | Pass
through thy land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish: there is no more
strength. |
| 11 | He
stretched out his hand over the sea, he shook the kingdoms: the LORD hath given
a commandment against the merchant city, to destroy the strong holds
thereof. |
| 12 | And he said,
Thou shalt no more rejoice, O thou oppressed virgin, daughter of Zidon: arise,
pass over to Chittim; there also shalt thou have no rest. |
| 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. |
| 14
| Howl, ye ships of Tarshish: for your strength 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 shall Tyre sing as an harlot. |
| 16 | Take an harp, go about the
city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs,
that thou mayest be remembered. |
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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. |
| 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. |
