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Grieve quietly, you people along the coast,
    you merchants of Sidon, who cross the sea.
You go through great waters in boats filled with the grain of Shihor;
    the harvest of the Nile was Tyre’s revenue;
She was the marketplace of the nations.
Shame runs deep for Sidon since the sea has said,
    “I bore and raised no sons or daughters as my own.”

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Be silent,(A) you people of the island
    and you merchants(B) of Sidon,(C)
    whom the seafarers have enriched.
On the great waters
    came the grain of the Shihor;(D)
the harvest of the Nile[a](E) was the revenue of Tyre,(F)
    and she became the marketplace of the nations.

Be ashamed, Sidon,(G) and you fortress of the sea,
    for the sea has spoken:
“I have neither been in labor nor given birth;(H)
    I have neither reared sons nor brought up daughters.”

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 23:3 Masoretic Text; Dead Sea Scrolls Sidon, / who cross over the sea; / your envoys are on the great waters. / The grain of the Shihor, / the harvest of the Nile,