23 The burden of Tyre. Howl, ye 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.

⁶ Pass ye over to Tarshish; howl, ye inhabitants of the isle.

¹⁰ Pass through thy land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish: there is no more strength.

⁹ Silver spread into plates is brought from Tarshish, and gold from Uphaz, the work of the workman, and of the hands of the founder: blue and purple is their clothing: they are all the work of cunning men.