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          DASV: Isaiah 23    

1 An oracle about Tyre.
     Wail, you ships of Tarshish.
           Tyre is destroyed without house and harbor;
           from the land of Cyrpus it is reported to them.

2 Be still, you inhabitants of the coast,
     you merchants of Sidon,
      your messengers sail through the sea.
3 Over the great waters
      they come with grain of the Shihor,
     the harvest of the Nile was her revenue.
      She was the market of the nations.
4 Be ashamed, O Sidon;
     for the sea has spoken,
     the stronghold of the sea, saying,
           "I have not been in labor,
                or given birth,
           I have not reared young men,
                or brought up daughters."

5 When the news gets to Egypt,
     they will be sorely pained at the report about Tyre.
6 Travel to Tarshish;
     wail, you inhabitants of the coast.
7 Is this your joyous city,
     whose origin is from ancient days,
     whose feet have carried her to settle far away?
8 Who has planned this against Tyre,
     the bestower of crowns,
      whose merchants are princes,
     whose traders are honored around the world?
9 The LORD of hosts has planned it,
     to defile the pride of all glory,
      to bring to shame all the honored of the earth.

10 Cross through your land like the Nile, O daughter of Tarshish;
     there is no harbor any more.
11 He has stretched out his hand over the sea;
          he has shaken the kingdoms.
      The LORD has given commands concerning Canaan
          to destroy its fortresses.
12 He said, "You will not celebrate any more,
          O oppressed virgin daughter of Sidon.
      Arise, pass over to Cyprus;
          even there you will have no rest."
13 Look at the land of the Chaldeans;
     this is a people who were not;
     the Assyrians established it as a place for desert animals;
     they set up their siege towers;
     they stripped bare its palaces;
     they reduced it to a ruin.
14 Wail, you ships of Tarshish;
     your fortress is destroyed.
15 In that day Tyre will be forgotten for seventy years, for
the days of a single king. Then at the end of seventy years,
Tyre will come back as in the song about the prostitute.
16 "Take a harp, go about the city,
      O forgotten whore;
      make sweet melody,
      sing many songs,
      so that you may be remembered."

17 After the seventy years, the LORD will restore Tyre,
and she will return to her hire, and will prostitute herself
with all the kingdoms of the world on the face of the earth.
18 Her merchandise and her wages will be consecrated to
the LORD. It will not be stored up or hoarded; her
merchandise will be for them who live in the LORD's
presence, supplying plenty of food and beautiful clothes.

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