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Isaiah 23
An Oracle Concerning Tyre
1 The (F1)oracle concerning (C1)Tyre.
Wail, O (C2)ships of (C3)Tarshish,
For Tyre is destroyed, without house or (F2)(C4)harbor;
It is revealed to them from the land of (F3)(C5)Cyprus.
2 (C1)Be silent, you inhabitants of the coastland,
You merchants of Sidon;
(F1)Your messengers crossed the sea
3 And were on many waters.
(C1)The (F1)grain of (F2)(C2)Shihor, the harvest of the Nile was her revenue;
And she was the nations' (C3)gain.
4 Be ashamed, O (C1)Sidon;
For the sea speaks, the strong defense of the sea, saying,
"I have neither travailed nor given birth;
I have neither brought up choice men nor reared virgins."
5 When the report reaches Egypt,
They will be in (C1)travail at the report of Tyre.
6 Pass over to (C1)Tarshish;
Wail, O inhabitants of the coastland.
7 Is this your (C1)exultant city,
Whose origin is from days of old,
Whose feet used to lead her to sojourn in distant places?
8 Who has counseled this against Tyre, (C1)the bestower of crowns,
Whose merchants were princes, whose traders were the honored of the earth?
9 (C1)Yahweh of hosts has counseled it, to (C2)defile the pride of all beauty,
To make contemptuous all the (C3)honored of the earth.
10 (F1)Overflow your land like the Nile, O daughter of Tarshish;
There is no more (F2)restraint.
11 He has (C1)stretched His hand out (C2)over the sea;
He has (C3)made the kingdoms tremble;
Yahweh has given a command concerning Canaan to (C4)demolish its strong defenses.
12 So He said, "(C1)You shall exult no more, O crushed virgin daughter of Sidon.
Arise, pass over to (F1)(C2)Cyprus; even there you will find no rest."
13 Behold, the land of the Chaldeans—this is the people which was not; (C1)Assyria established it for (C2)desert creatures—they erected their siege towers, they stripped its palaces, (C3)they made it a ruin.
14 Wail, O (C1)ships of Tarshish,
For your strong defense is destroyed.
16 Take your harp, walk about the city,
O forgotten harlot;
Pluck the strings skillfully, sing many songs,
That you may be remembered.