Isa 23 | ABEn | STEP | The matter of Tyre. Shriek O boats of Carthage! For she perished, and no longer do they come from out of the land of Chittim; she is led captive.

Isaiah 23

CHAPTER 23 The Word Concerning Tyre

1 The matter of Tyre. Shriek O boats of Carthage! For she perished, and no longer do they come from out of the land of Chittim; she is led captive. 2 To whom [⁸likened ¹have ⁷become ²the ones ³dwelling ⁴in ⁵the ⁶island]; traders of Phoenicia passing through the sea; 3 in [²water ¹much]; a seed of traders; [⁵as ⁶a harvest ⁷being carried in ¹the ²traders ³of the ⁴nations]. 4 Be ashamed, O Sidon, said the sea! Even the strength of the sea said, I travailed not, nor gave birth, nor nourished young ones, nor raised up virgins. 5 But whenever [²audible ¹it should become] in Egypt, [²shall overtake them ¹grief] concerning Tyre. 6 Go forth to Carthage! Shriek! O ones dwelling in this island. 7 [³not ²this ¹Was] your insolence, the one from the beginning, before she was delivered up? 8 Who planned these things against Tyre? [²she inferior ¹Is] or not strong? Her merchants were the glorious rulers of the earth. 9 The lord of Hosts plans to disable all the insolence of the glorious ones, and to dishonor every glorious thing upon the earth. 10 Work your land! for even boats no longer come from out of Carthage. 11 And your hand no longer prevails against the sea, O one provoking kings. The lord of Hosts gave charge concerning Canaan, to destroy her strength. 12 And they shall say, No longer in any way should you proceed to insult and to wrong the daughter of Zion; and if you should go forth to Chittim, not even there shall be rest to you. 13 And if you depart unto the land of the Chaldeans, even this was made desolate from the Assyrians, not even there [²to you ¹will be rest], for her wall has fallen. 14 Shriek! boats of Carthage, for [²is destroyed ¹your fortress]. 15 And it will be in that day, Tyre shall be forsaken [²years ¹for seventy], as the time [²king ¹of one], as the time of a man. And after seventy years Tyre will be as the song of a harlot. 16 Take a harp! Stray! [²city ¹O harlot] being forgotten. [²well ¹Play the harp]! [²much ¹Sing]! that the memory of you takes place. 17 And it will be after the seventy years, [³a visit ²will make ¹God] to Tyre, and again she shall be restored to her ancient state; and she shall be a market-place for all the kingdoms of the inhabitable world upon the face of the earth. 18 And [⁵will be ¹her ²trade ³and ⁴wage] holy to the lord. [²not ⁴to them ¹It shall ³be brought], but to the ones dwelling before the lord, even all her trade, to eat and to drink, and be filled, and for a compact memorial before the lord.