Mourn in silence, you shop owners of Sidon, you people on the coast. Your sailors crossed oceans, making your city rich.
Our God says, “Calm down, and learn that I am God! All nations on earth will honour me.”
Be silent and listen, every island in the sea. Have courage and come near, every one of you nations. Let's settle this matter!
Babylon, be silent! Sit in the dark. No longer will nations accept you as their queen.
Ezekiel, son of man, tell the king of Tyre that I am saying: You are so arrogant that you think you're a god and that the city of Tyre is your throne. You may claim to be a god, though you're nothing but a mere human.
Ezekiel, son of man, condemn the city of Sidon
Let all the world be silent— the LORD is present in his holy temple.