The miserable overthrow of Tyre.
Isaiah 23:1 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. Isaiah 23:2 Be dumb, ye inhabitants of the Coast,Whom, the merchants of Zidon, passing over the sea, once replenished; Isaiah 23:3 Yea, on mighty waters, was the grain of Shihor, The harvest of the Nile, was her increase,And so she became a mart of nations. Isaiah 23:4 Turn thou pale, O Zidon, For spoken, hath the sea, the fortress of the sea, saying,I have neither been in pangs nor given birth, I have neither brought up young men, nor promoted virgins. Isaiah 23:5 Like the report of Egypt, They shall be in pangs at the like report of Tyre. Isaiah 23:6 Pass ye over to Tarshish,Howl, ye inhabitants of the Coast: Isaiah 23:7 Is this, to you, an exultation? Though, from ancient days, is her antiquity, Yet shall her own feet, carry her away, far off to dwell. Isaiah 23:8 Who, hath purposed this, against Tyre, The bestower of crowns,Whose merchants are princes, Her traders, the honourable of the earth? Isaiah 23:9 Yahweh of hosts, hath purposed it,To humble the pride of all beauty, To make of little esteem all the honourable of the earth. Isaiah 23:10 Pass through thy land, as the Nile,O daughter of Tarshish, there is no, restraint any longer! Isaiah 23:11 His hand, hath he stretched out over the sea, He hath shaken kingdoms,Yahweh, hath given command against the Phoenician coast, To destroy her fortresses. Isaiah 23:12 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. Isaiah 23:13 Lo! the land of the Chaldeans, This, is the people, that was not, Assyria, founded it for the inhabitants of the desert,They set up its siege-towers, They demolished its palaces, Made it a ruin! Isaiah 23:14 Howl, ye ships of Tarshish,For laid waste, is your fortress. Isaiah 23:15 So shall it be, in that day, That Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, According to the days of a certain king: At the end of seventy years, shall it befall Tyre according to the song of the harlot: Isaiah 23:16 Take thou a lyre, Go round the city, O harlot forgotten,Sweetly touch the strings, Lengthen out the song, That thou mayest be called to mind.
Their unhappy return.
Isaiah 23:17 So shall it be, at the end of seventy years, That Yahweh will visit, Tyre, And she will return to her hire,Yea she will play the harlotwith all the kingdoms of the earth, upon the face of the ground. Isaiah 23:18 But, her merchandise and her hire, shall be hallowed unto Yahweh, It shall not be stored up, nor hoarded,For, to them who dwell before Yahweh, shall her merchandise belong, That they may eat to satisfaction, And have stately apparel.