The sons of Arvad and your army were on your walls all around, and warriors were in your towers. They hung their weapons on your walls all around, they have perfected your beauty.
Your neck is like the tower of David, built for an armory; a thousand bucklers hang on it, all the shields of the mighty men.
Persia and Lud and Lydia were in your army, men of war to you; they hung the shield and the helmet in you. They gave to you your splendor.
Tarshish was your trader from the multitude of your wealth. With silver, iron, tin, and lead, they gave for your wares.
The ones living in Sidon and Arvad were rowers to you. Your wise ones, O Tyre, they were your sailors.