(_Conclusion of the Cycle of Prophecies Relating to the Heathen._)
1. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish; for it is laid waste, so that there is
no house, no entrance any more! Out of the land of the Chittæans it
is made known to them. 2. Be alarmed, ye inhabitants of the coast!
Sidonian merchants, sailing over the sea, filled thee once. 3. And
the sowing of Sichor came upon great waters, the harvest of the Nile,
her store; and she became gain for nations. 4. Shudder, O Sidon; for
the sea speaketh, the fortress of the sea, thus: I have not
travailed, nor given birth, nor trained up young men, brought up
maidens. 5. When the report cometh to Egypt, they tremble at the
report from Tzor.
6. Pass ye over to Tarshish; howl, ye inhabitants of the coast! 7. Is
this your fate, thou full of rejoicing, whose origin is from the days
of the olden time, whom her feet carried far away to settle? 8. Who
hath determined such a thing concerning Tzor, the distributor of
crowns, whose merchants are princes, whose traders are the chief men
of the earth! 9. Jehovah of hosts hath determined it, to desecrate
the pomp of every kind of ornament, to dishonour the chief men of the
earth, all of them.
10. Overflow thy land like the Nile, O daughter of Tarshish! No
girdle restrains thee any longer. 11. His hand hath He stretched over
the sea, thrown the kingdoms into trembling; Jehovah hath given
commandment concerning Kena'an to destroy her fortresses. 12. And He
said, Thou shalt not rejoice any further, thou disgraced one, virgin
daughter of Sidon. Go up to Kittim, go over; there also shalt thou
not find rest. 13. Behold the Chaldean land: this people that has not
been (Asshur--it hath prepared the same for desert beasts)--they set
up their siege-towers, destroy the palaces of Kena'an, make it a heap
of ruins. 14. Mourn, ye ships of Tarshish: for your fortress is laid
waste.
15. And it will come to pass in that day, that Tzor will be forgotten
seventy years, equal to the days of one king; after the end of
seventy years Tzor will go, according to the song of the harlot.
16. Take the guitar, sweep through the city, O forgotten harlot! Play
bravely, sing zealously, that thou mayest be remembered! 17. And it
will come to pass at the end of the seventy years: Jehovah will visit
Tzor, and she comes again to her hire, and commits prostitution with
all the kingdoms of the earth on the broad surface of the globe.
18. And her gain and her reward of prostitution will be holy to
Jehovah: it is not stored up nor gathered together; but her gain from
commerce will be theirs who dwell before Jehovah, to eat to satiety
and for stately clothing.
_PART IV._