Isaiah 23 :: Amplified Bible (AMP)

Be silent, you inhabitants of the coastland,

You [fn]merchants of Sidon;

[fn]Your messengers crossed the sea

And they were on great waters.

The grain of the [fn]Shihor, the harvest of the Nile River, was Tyre’s revenue;

And she was the market of nations.

Be ashamed, O Sidon [mother-city of Tyre, now like a widow bereaved of her children];

For the sea speaks, the stronghold of the sea, saying,

“I have neither labored nor given birth [to children];

I have neither brought up young men nor reared virgins.”

When the report reaches Egypt,

They will be in agony at the report about Tyre.

Cross over to Tarshish [to seek safety as exiles];

Wail, O inhabitants of the coastland [of Tyre].

Is this your jubilant city,

Whose origin dates back to antiquity,

Whose feet used to carry her [far away] to colonize distant places?

Who has planned this against Tyre, the bestower of crowns,

Whose merchants were princes, whose traders were the honored of the earth?

The LORD of hosts has planned it, to defile the pride of all beauty,

To bring into contempt and humiliation all the honored of the earth.

Overflow your land like [the overflow of] the Nile, O Daughter of Tarshish;

There is no more restraint [on you to make you pay tribute to Tyre].

He has stretched out His hand over the sea,

He has shaken the kingdoms;

The LORD has given a command concerning Canaan to destroy her strongholds and her fortresses [like Tyre and Sidon].

He has said, “You shall never again exult [in triumph], O crushed Virgin Daughter of Sidon.

Arise, cross over to Cyprus; even there you will find no rest.”

Now look at the land of the Chaldeans (Babylonia)—this is the people which was not; the Assyrians allocated Tyre for desert creatures—they set up their [fn]siege towers, they stripped its palaces, they made it a ruin.

Wail, O ships of Tarshish,

For your stronghold [of Tyre] is destroyed.

Now in that day Tyre will be forgotten for seventy years, like the days of one king. At the end of seventy years it will happen to Tyre as in the prostitute’s song:

Take a harp, walk around the city,

O forgotten prostitute;

Play the strings skillfully, sing many songs,

That you may be remembered.

It will come to pass at the end of seventy years that the LORD will remember Tyre. Then she will return to her prostitute’s wages and will play the [role of a] prostitute [by trading] with all the kingdoms on the face of the earth.