Then will come in against him the ships of Cyprus, and he will be disheartened, and again have indignation against a holy covenant, and will act with effect,—and again gain intelligence, concerning them who are forsaking a holy covenant.
Therefore hath he said,—No more, again, do thou exult, Thou violated virgin daughter of Zidon,—To Cyprus, arise and pass over, Even there, shall one find thee no rest.
The oracle on Tyre,—Howl! ye ships of Tarshish, For it is laid too waste to be a haven to enter, From the land of Cyprus, hath it been unveiled to them.
From these, were dispersed the inhabitants of the coastlands of the nations, in their lands, each man by his tongue, by their families in their nations.
Of fine linen with embroidered work from Egypt, was thy sail, To serve thee for ensign,— Blue and purple from the shores of Aeolis became thine awning: