¹⁴ Howl, ye ships of Tarshish: for your strength is laid waste.

² For thou hast made of a city an heap; of a defenced city a ruin: a palace of strangers to be no city; it shall never be built.

⁴ And they shall destroy the walls of Tyrus, and break down her towers: I will also scrape her dust from her, and make her like the top of a rock.

³ And Tyrus did build herself a strong hold, and heaped up silver as the dust, and fine gold as the mire of the streets.

⁴ Behold, the Lord will cast her out, and he will smite her power in the sea; and she shall be devoured with fire.