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The Burden against Tyre 
(Ezekiel 26:1–21) 
 1 This is the burden against Tyre: 
Wail, O ships of Tarshish,* Or Wail, O fleet of trading ships; also in verse 14 
for Tyre is laid waste, 
without house or harbor. 
Word has reached them 
from the land of Cyprus.† Hebrew Kittim; also in verse 12 
 2 Be silent, O dwellers of the coastland, 
you merchants of Sidon, 
whose traders have crossed the sea.‡ DSS and LXX; MT whom the seafarers have enriched 
 3 On the great waters 
came the grain of Shihor; 
the harvest of the Nile was the revenue of Tyre; 
she was the merchant of the nations. 
 4 Be ashamed, O Sidon, the stronghold of the sea, 
for the sea has spoken: 
“I have not been in labor 
or given birth. 
I have not raised young men 
or brought up young women.” 
 5 When the report reaches Egypt, 
they will writhe in agony over the news of Tyre. 
 6 Cross over to Tarshish; 
wail, O inhabitants of the coastland! 
 7 Is this your jubilant city, 
whose origin is from antiquity, 
whose feet have taken her 
to settle far away? 
 8 Who planned this against Tyre, 
the bestower of crowns, 
whose traders are princes, 
whose merchants are renowned on the earth? 
 9 The LORD of Hosts planned it, 
to defile all its glorious beauty, 
to disgrace all the renowned of the earth. 
 10 Cultivate § DSS and some LXX manuscripts; MT Overflow your land like the Nile, O Daughter of Tarshish; 
there is no longer a harbor. 
 11 The LORD has stretched out His hand over the sea; 
He has made kingdoms tremble. 
He has given a command 
that the strongholds of Canaan be destroyed. 
 12 He said, “You shall rejoice no more, 
O oppressed Virgin Daughter of Sidon. 
Get up and cross over to Cyprus— 
even there you will find no rest.” 
 13 Look at the land of the Chaldeans * That is, the Babylonians— 
a people now of no account. 
The Assyrians destined it for the desert creatures; 
they set up their siege towers and stripped its palaces. 
They brought it to ruin. 
 14 Wail, O ships of Tarshish, 
for your harbor has been destroyed! 
 15 At that time Tyre will be forgotten for seventy years—the span of a king’s life. But at the end of seventy years, it will happen to Tyre as in the song of the harlot: 
 16 “Take up your harp, 
stroll through the city, 
O forgotten harlot. 
Make sweet melody, 
sing many a song, 
so you will be remembered.” 
 17 And at the end of seventy years, the LORD will restore Tyre. Then she will return to hire as a prostitute and sell herself to all the kingdoms on the face of the earth.  18 Yet her profits and wages will be set apart to the LORD; they will not be stored or saved, for her profit will go to those who live before the LORD, for abundant food and fine clothing.