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ISAIAH ยท Chapter 23
23:1 The burden of Tyre. Wail, all of you 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.
23:2 Be still, all of you inhabitants of the isle; you whom the merchants
of Zidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished.
23:3 And by great waters the seed of Sihor, the harvest of the river,
is her revenue; and she is a merchant of nations.
23:4 Be you ashamed, O Zidon: for the sea has 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.
23:5 As at the report concerning Egypt, so shall they be sorely pained
at the report of Tyre.
23:6 Pass all of you over to Tarshish; wail, all of you inhabitants
of the isle.
23:7 Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days?
her own feet shall carry her far off to sojourn.
23:8 Who has taken this counsel against Tyre, the crowning city, whose
merchants are princes, whose traffickers are the honourable of the earth?
23:9 The LORD of hosts has purposed it, to stain the pride of all glory,
and to bring into contempt all the honourable of the earth.
23:10 Pass through your land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish: there
is no more strength.
23:11 He stretched out his hand over the sea, he shook the kingdoms:
the LORD has given a commandment against the merchant city, to destroy
the strong holds thereof.
23:12 And he said, You shall no more rejoice, O you oppressed virgin,
daughter of Zidon: arise, pass over to Chittim; there also shall you have
no rest.
23:13 Behold 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.
23:14 Wail, all of you ships of Tarshish: for your strength is laid
waste.
23:15 And 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.
23:16 Take an harp, go about the city, you harlot that have been forgotten;
make sweet melody, sing many songs, that you may be remembered.
23:17 And 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.
23:18 And 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.
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