Isaiah 23

New American Standard Bible

The Fall of Tyre

23 The pronouncement concerning ^(A)Tyre:

Wail, you ^(B)ships of ^(C)Tarshish,
For Tyre is destroyed, without house or ^[a]^(D)harbor;
It is reported to them from the land of ^[b]^(E)Cyprus.
²^(F)Be silent, you inhabitants of the coastland,
You merchants of Sidon;
^[c]Your messengers crossed the sea
³And were on many waters.
^(G)The grain of the ^[d]^(H)Nile, the harvest of the River was her revenue;
And she was the ^(I)market of nations.
⁴Be ashamed, ^(J)Sidon,
For the sea speaks, the stronghold of the sea, saying,
“I have neither been in labor nor given birth,
I have neither brought up young men nor raised virgins.”
⁵When the report reaches Egypt,
They will be in ^(K)anguish over the report of Tyre.
⁶Pass over to ^(L)Tarshish;
Wail, you inhabitants of the coastland.
⁷Is this your ^(M)jubilant city,
Whose origin is from antiquity,
Whose feet used to bring her to ^[e]colonize distant places?

⁸Who has planned this against Tyre, ^(N)the bestower of crowns,
Whose merchants were princes, whose traders were the honored of the earth?
⁹^(O)The Lord of armies has planned it, to ^(P)defile the pride of all beauty,
To despise all the ^(Q)honored of the earth.
¹⁰^[f]Overflow your land like the Nile, you daughter of Tarshish,
There is no more ^[g]restraint.
¹¹He has ^(R)stretched His hand out ^(S)over the sea,
He has ^(T)made the kingdoms tremble;
The Lord has given a command concerning Canaan to ^(U)demolish its strongholds.

¹²He has said, “^(V)You shall not be jubilant anymore, you crushed virgin daughter of Sidon.
Arise, pass over to ^[h]^(W)Cyprus; even there you will find no rest.”

¹³Behold, the land of the Chaldeans—this is the people that did not exist; ^(X)Assyria allocated it for ^(Y)desert creatures—they erected their siege towers, they stripped its palaces, ^(Z)they made it a ruin.

¹⁴Wail, you ^(AA)ships of Tarshish,
For your stronghold is destroyed.

¹⁵Now on that day Tyre will be forgotten for ^(AB)seventy years like the days of one king. At the end of seventy years it will happen to Tyre as in the song of the prostitute:

¹⁶Take your harp, wander around the city,
You forgotten prostitute;
Pluck the strings skillfully, sing many songs,
That you may be remembered.

¹⁷It will come about at ^(AC)the end of seventy years that the Lord will visit Tyre. Then she will go back to her prostitute’s wages and ^(AD)commit prostitution with all the kingdoms ^[i]on the face of the earth. ¹⁸Her ^(AE)profit and her prostitute’s wages will be ^(AF)sacred to the Lord; it will not be stored up or hoarded, but her profit will become sufficient food and magnificent attire for those who dwell in the presence of the Lord.