1Yo, Tyre's in ruins. Ships from Tarshish, y'all gotta howl; no houses, no chillin' allowed—Chittim spilled the tea on this.

2Stay chill, island peeps; those Zidon traders that roll over the waves got you stacked.

3Big waters, Sihor's seeds, and river vibes are where she gets her cash; she's a whole marketplace for nations.

4Zidon, you should be embarrassed; the sea’s throwing shade, like, "I ain't birthing anything or raising the young."

5Just like Egypt's news hit hard, Tyre’s gonna hurt the same way, no cap.

6Slide over to Tarshish; howl it out, island dwellers.

7Is this your hype city, with ancient vibes? She’s gonna wander off, no doubt.

8Who’s scheming against Tyre, the lit city with merchants who are straight-up royalty?

9The Lord's got plans to humble all that glory and make the fancy folks look sus.

10Flow through your land like a river, daughter of Tarshish; no more strength left, fr.

11He reached out over the sea, shook the kingdoms: the Lord said, "Merchant city, you're done for."

12No more hype for you, oppressed Zidon girl; get up, head over to Chittim; no chill there either.

13Check out the Chaldeans; they didn't exist until the Assyrian built it for wilderness dwellers; they made towers and palaces only to see it all crumble.

14Howl, Tarshish ships; your strength's gone, periodt.

15One day, Tyre’s gonna be forgotten for seventy years, like the reign of a king; after that, she'll be singing like a whole vibe.

16Grab a harp, go around the city, forgotten harlot; make some sweet tunes and drop those bangers, so you won’t be lost to time.

17After seventy years, the Lord's gonna check on Tyre, and she'll return to her hustle, getting with all the kingdoms on earth.

18Her goods and pay will be holy to the Lord; won’t be stored up; they’re for those in His presence, to eat and flex some fresh fits.

1The burden of Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish; for it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in: from the land of Chittim it is revealed to them.

2Be still, ye inhabitants of the isle; thou whom the merchants of Zidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished.

3And by great waters the seed of Sihor, the harvest of the river, is her revenue; and she is a mart of nations.

4Be thou ashamed, O Zidon: for the sea hath spoken, even the strength of the sea, saying, I travail not, nor bring forth children, neither do I nourish up young men, nor bring up virgins.

5As at the report concerning Egypt, so shall they be sorely pained at the report of Tyre.

6Pass ye over to Tarshish; howl, ye inhabitants of the isle.

7Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days? her own feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn.

8Who hath taken this counsel against Tyre, the crowning city, whose merchants are princes, whose traffickers are the honourable of the earth?

9The Lord of hosts hath purposed it, to stain the pride of all glory, and to bring into contempt all the honourable of the earth.

10Pass through thy land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish: there is no more strength.

11He stretched out his hand over the sea, he shook the kingdoms: the Lord hath given a commandment against the merchant city, to destroy the strong holds thereof.

12And he said, Thou shalt no more rejoice, O thou oppressed virgin, daughter of Zidon: arise, pass over to Chittim; there also shalt thou have no rest.

13Behold the land of the Chaldeans; this people was not, till the Assyrian founded it for them that dwell in the wilderness: they set up the towers thereof, they raised up the palaces thereof; and he brought it to ruin.

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

15And it shall come to pass in that day, that Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, according to the days of one king: after the end of seventy years shall Tyre sing as an harlot.

16Take an harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered.

17And it shall come to pass after the end of seventy years, that the Lord will visit Tyre, and she shall turn to her hire, and shall commit fornication with all the kingdoms of the world upon the face of the earth.

18And her merchandise and her hire shall be holiness to the Lord: it shall not be treasured nor laid up; for her merchandise shall be for them that dwell before the Lord, to eat sufficiently, and for durable clothing.