Wail, ye ships of Tarshish: your strength was laid waste.
The burden of Tyre. Wail, ye ships of Tarshish, for it was laid waste from a house from going in: from the land of Chittim it was uncovered to them.
Pass ye through Tarshish; wail, ye inhabitants of the isle.
And upon all the ships of Tarshish, and upon all the flags of desire.