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 Kittim it is revealed to them.

The word about Tyre. Let a cry of sorrow go up, O ships of Tarshish, because your strong place is made waste; on the way back from the land of Kittim the news is given to them.

Η κατα της Τυρου ορασις. Ολολυζετε, πλοια της Θαρσεις· διοτι εξωλοθρευθη, ωστε να μη υπαρχη οικια μηδε εισοδος· εκ της γης των Κητιαιων ανηγγελθη τουτο προς αυτους.

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.