Howl, you ships of Tarshish: for your strength is laid waste.
And upon all the ships of Tarshish, and upon all pleasant pictures.
The burden of Tyre. Howl, you 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.
Pass over to Tarshish; howl, you inhabitants of the isle.