Wail,^(B) you ships^(C) of Tarshish!^(D)
    For Tyre is destroyed^(E)
    and left without house or harbor.
From the land of Cyprus
    word has come to them.

⁶ Cross over to Tarshish;^(A)
    wail, you people of the island.

¹⁰ Till^[a] your land as they do along the Nile,
    Daughter Tarshish,
    for you no longer have a harbor.

⁹ Hammered silver is brought from Tarshish^(A)
    and gold from Uphaz.
What the craftsman and goldsmith have made^(B)
    is then dressed in blue and purple—
    all made by skilled workers.