Wail, you ships of Tarshish! For your strength is laid waste.
The burden against Tyre. Wail, you ships of Tarshish! For it is laid waste, So that there is no house, no harbor; From the land of Cyprus it is revealed to them.
Cross over to Tarshish; Wail, you inhabitants of the coastland!
Upon all the ships of Tarshish, And upon all the beautiful sloops.