The burdenמַשָּׂאof Tyre.צֹרWail,הֵילִילוּshipsאֳנִיּוֹתof Tarshish,תַּרְשִׁישׁforכִּיit is devastated,שֻׁדַּדwithout house,מִבַּיִתwithout entrance;מִבּוֹאfrom the landמֵאֶרֶץof Kittimכִּתִּיםit was revealedנִגְלָהto them.לָמוֹ
Be silent,דֹּמּוּinhabitantsיֹשְׁבֵיof the coastland,אִיthe merchantסֹחֵרof Sidon,צִידוֹןcrossingעֹבֵרthe sea,יָםfilled you.מִלְאוּךְ
And on many watersוּבְמַיִם רַבִּיםwasthe seedזֶרַעof Shihor,שִׁחֹרthe harvestקְצִירof the Nile,יְאוֹרits revenue;תְּבוּאָתָהּand it wasוַתְּהִיthe marketplaceסְחַרof nations.גּוֹיִם
Be ashamed,בּוֹשִׁיSidon,צִידוֹןforכִּיthe seaיָםhas spoken,אָמַרthe strongholdמָעוֹזof the sea,הַיָּםsaying:לֵאמֹר“I have notלֹאbeen in laborחַלְתִּיnorוְלֹאgiven birth,יָלַדְתִּיnorוְלֹאhave I raisedגִדַּלְתִּיyoung menבַּחוּרִיםnor brought upרוֹמַמְתִּיvirgins.”בְתוּלוֹת
Whenכַּאֲשֶׁרthe reportשֵׁמַעcomes to Egypt,לְמִצְרָיִםthey will writheיָחִילוּat the reportכְּשֵׁמַעof Tyre.צֹר
Cross overעִבְרוּto Tarshish;תַּרְשִׁישָׁהwail,הֵילִילוּinhabitantsיֹשְׁבֵיof the coastland!אִי
Is thisהֲזֹאתyourלָכֶםexultant city,עַלִּיזָהwhose originקַדְמָתָהּis from the daysמִימֵיof old?קֶדֶםIts feetרַגְלֶיהָcarried itיֹבִלוּהָfar awayמֵרָחוֹקto reside as an alien.לָגוּר
Whoמִיhas plannedיָעַץthisזֹאתagainst Tyre,עַל צֹרthe one who crowned,הַמַּעֲטִירָהwhoseאֲשֶׁרmerchantsסֹחֲרֶיהwereprinces,שָׂרִיםwhose tradersכִּנְעָנֶיהָwerethe honoredנִכְבַּדֵּיof the earth?אָרֶץ
YHWHיְהוָהTsevaotצְבָאוֹתhas planned it,יְעָצָהּto profaneלְחַלֵּלthe prideגְּאוֹןof allכָּלornament,צְבִיto bring into contemptלְהָקֵלallכָּלthe honoredנִכְבַּדֵּיof the earth.אָרֶץ
Pass throughעִבְרִיyour landאַרְצֵךְlike the Nile,כַּיְאֹרdaughterבַּתof Tarshish;תַּרְשִׁישׁthere is noאֵיןgirdleמֵזַחany longer.עוֹד
His handיָדוֹhe has stretched outנָטָהover the sea;עַל הַיָּםhe has shakenהִרְגִּיזkingdoms;מַמְלָכוֹתYHWHיְהוָהhas given commandצִוָּהconcerning Canaanאֶל כְּנַעַןto destroyלַשְׁמִדits strongholds.מָעֻזְנֶיהָ
And he said,וַיֹּאמֶר“You will notלֹאagainתוֹסִיפִי עוֹדexult,לַעְלוֹזoppressedהַמְעֻשָּׁקָהvirginבְּתוּלַתdaughterבַּתof Sidon!צִידוֹןArise,קוּמִיcross overעֲבֹרִיto Kittim;כִּתִּיםevenגַּםthereשָׁםthere will be noלֹאrestיָנוּחַfor you.”לָךְ
Look,הֵןthe landאֶרֶץof the Chaldeans:כַּשְׂדִּיםthisזֶהpeopleהָעָםwas not;לֹא הָיָהAssyriaאַשּׁוּרfounded itיְסָדָהּfor desert creatures;לְצִיִּיםthey raisedהֵקִימוּtheir siege towers,בַחוּנָיוthey strippedעֹרְרוּits palaces;אַרְמְנוֹתֶיהָhe made itשָׂמָהּa ruin.לְמַפֵּלָה
Wail,הֵילִילוּshipsאֳנִיּוֹתof Tarshish,תַּרְשִׁישׁforכִּיyour strongholdמָעֻזְּכֶןis devastated.שֻׁדַּד
And it will happen,וְהָיָהon that day,בַּיּוֹם הַהוּאthat Tyreוְ צֹרwill be forgottenנִשְׁכַּחַתseventyשִׁבְעִיםyears,שָׁנָהlike the daysכִּימֵיof oneאֶחָדking.מֶלֶךְAt the endמִקֵּץof seventyשִׁבְעִיםyearsשָׁנָהit will beיִהְיֶהfor Tyreלְצֹרlike the songכְּשִׁירַתof the prostitute:הַזּוֹנָה
“Takeקְחִיa lyre,כִנּוֹרgo aroundסֹבִּיthe city,עִירforgottenנִשְׁכָּחָהprostitute;זוֹנָהplayנַגֵּןwell,הֵיטִיבִיsing many songs,הַרְבִּי שִׁירso thatלְמַעַןyou may be remembered.”תִּזָּכֵרִי
And it will happen,וְהָיָהat the endמִקֵּץof seventyשִׁבְעִיםyears,שָׁנָהthat YHWHיְהוָהwill visitיִפְקֹדTyre,אֶת צֹרand she will returnוְשָׁבָהto her wages,לְאֶתְנַנָּהand will prostitute herselfוְזָנְתָהwith allאֶת כָּלthe kingdomsמַמְלְכוֹתof the earthהָאָרֶץon the faceעַל פְּנֵיof the ground.הָאֲדָמָה
Andוְher profitסַחְרָהּand her wagesוְאֶתְנַנָּהּwill beהָיָהholyקֹדֶשׁto YHWH;לַיהוָהit will notלֹאbe stored upיֵאָצֵרnorוְלֹאhoarded;יֵחָסֵןforכִּיfor those who dwellלַיֹּשְׁבִיםbefore YHWHלִפְנֵי יְהוָהher profitסַחְרָהּwill beיִהְיֶהfor eatingלֶאֱכֹלto satisfactionלְשָׂבְעָהand for splendidעָתִיקclothing.וְלִמְכַסֶּה