The burden of Żor. Howl, O ships of Tarshish; for it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in: from the land of Kittim it is revealed to them.

Be still, O inhabitants of the coastland; thou whom the merchants of Żidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished.

And by great waters the seed of Shiĥor, the harvest of the River, is her revenue; and she is a mart of nations.

Be thou ashamed, O Żidon: for the sea has spoken, even the strength of the sea, saying, I have not travailed, nor brought forth children, nor did I nourish up young men, nor bring up virgins.

When the report comes to Miżrayim, they shall tremble at the report of Żor.

Pass over to Tarshish; howl, inhabitants of the coastland.

Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days? her own feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn.

Who has taken this counsel against Żor, the crowning city, whose merchants are princes, whose traffickers are the honourable men of the earth?

The Lord of hosts has purposed it, to stain the pride of all glory, and to bring into contempt all the honourable of the earth.

Overflow thy land like the River, O daughter of Tarshish: there is no wharf any more.

He stretched out his hand over the sea, he shook the kingdoms: the Lord has given a commandment against the merchant city, to destroy its strongholds.

And he said, Thou shalt no more rejoice, O thou oppressed virgin, daughter of Żidon: arise, pass over to Kittim; there also shalt thou have no rest.

(Behold the land of Kasdim; this people was not till Ashshur founded it for desert dwellers; they set up its towers, they destroyed its palaces; they have brought it to ruin.)

Howl, O ships of Tarshish: for your strength is laid waste.

And it shall come to pass on that day, that Żor shall be forgotten seventy years, according to the days of one king: after the end of years, according to the days of one king: after the end of seventy years, it shall fare with Żor as in the song of the harlot.

Take a lyre, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayst be remembered.

And it shall come to pass after the end of seventy years, that the Lord will visit Żor, and she shall turn to her hire, and shall play the harlot with all the kingdoms of the world up­­on the face of the earth.

And her merchandise and her hire shall be holiness to the Lord: it shall not be treasured nor laid up; for her gain shall be for them that dwell before the Lord, to eat sufficiently, and for stately clothing.