Take[your] harp,walkaboutthe city,O forgottenharlot;Pluckthe stringsskillfully,sing manysongs,That you may be remembered.
Now in that dayTyrewill be forgottenfor seventyyearslike the daysof oneking.At the endof seventyyearsit will happento Tyreas [in] the songof the harlot:
It will comeabout at the endof seventyyearsthat the LORDwill visitTyre.Then she will gobackto her harlot'swagesand will playthe harlotwith allthe kingdomson the faceof the earth.
Allyour lovershave forgottenyou, They do not seekyou; For I have woundedyou with the woundof an enemy,With the punishmentof a cruelone,Becauseyour iniquityis great[And] your sinsare numerous.
"So I will silencethe soundof your songs,and the soundof your harpswill be heardnomore.
[All] becauseof the manyharlotriesof the harlot,The charmingone,the mistressof sorceries,Who sellsnationsby her harlotriesAnd familiesby her sorceries.
