Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, For your strength hath been destroyed.
And for all ships of Tarshish, And for all desirable pictures.
The Burden of Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, For it hath been destroyed, Without house, without entrance, From the land of Chittim it was revealed to them.
Pass over to Tarshish, howl, ye inhabitants of the isle,