Isaiah  
 23
  -  An oracle concerning Tyre: Wail, O ships 
    of Tarshish! For Tyre is destroyed and left without house or harbor. From 
    the land of Cyprus word has come to them.
 
  -  Be silent, you people of the island and 
    you merchants of Sidon, whom the seafarers have enriched.
 
  -  On the great waters came the grain of the 
    Shihor; the harvest of the Nile was the revenue of Tyre, and she became the 
    marketplace of the nations.
 
  -  Be ashamed, O Sidon, and you, O fortress 
    of the sea, for the sea has spoken: "I have neither been in labor nor 
    given birth; I have neither reared sons nor brought up daughters."
 
  -  When word comes to Egypt, they will be in 
    anguish at the report from Tyre.
 
  -  Cross over to Tarshish; wail, you people 
    of the island.
 
  -  Is this your city of revelry, the old, old 
    city, whose feet have taken her to settle in far-off lands ?
 
  -  Who planned this against Tyre, the bestower 
    of crowns, whose merchants are princes, whose traders are renowned in the 
    earth ?
 
  -  The LORD Almighty planned it, to bring low 
    the pride of all glory and to humble all who are renowned on the earth.
 
  -  Till your land as along the Nile, O Daughter 
    of Tarshish, for you no longer have a harbor.
 
  -  The LORD has stretched out his hand over 
    the sea and made its kingdoms tremble. He has given an order concerning Phoenicia 
    that her fortresses be destroyed.
 
  -  He said, "No more of your reveling, 
    O Virgin Daughter of Sidon, now crushed! "Up, cross over to Cyprus; even 
    there you will find no rest."
 
  -  Look at the land of the Babylonians, this 
    people that is now of no account! The Assyrians have made it a place for desert 
    creatures; they raised up their siege towers, they stripped its fortresses 
    bare and turned it into a ruin.
 
  -  Wail, you ships of Tarshish; your fortress 
    is destroyed !
 
  -  At that time Tyre will be forgotten for 
    seventy years, the span of a king's life. But at the end of these seventy 
    years, it will happen to Tyre as in the song of the prostitute:
 
  -  "Take up a harp, walk through the city, 
    O prostitute forgotten; play the harp well, sing many a song, so that you 
    will be remembered."
 
  -  At the end of seventy years, the LORD will 
    deal with Tyre. She will return to her hire as a prostitute and will ply her 
    trade with all the kingdoms on the face of the earth.
 
  -  Yet her profit and her earnings will be 
    set apart for the LORD; they will not be stored up or hoarded. Her profits 
    will go to those who live before the LORD, for abundant food and fine clothes. 
    
      
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