Wail, O ships of Tarshish, for your stronghold is laid waste.
The oracle concerning Tyre. Wail, O ships of Tarshish, for Tyre is laid waste, without house or harbor! From the land of Cyprus it is revealed to them.
Cross over to Tarshish; wail, O inhabitants of the coast!
against all the ships of Tarshish, and against all the beautiful craft.