Go and farm the land, you people in the colonies in Spain! There is no one to protect you any more.

City of Sidon, your happiness has ended, and your people are oppressed. Even if they escape to Cyprus, they will still not be safe.

People are fleeing to escape from swords that are ready to kill them, from bows that are ready to shoot, from all the dangers of war.

This is a message about Tyre. Howl with grief, you sailors out on the ocean! Your home port of Tyre has been destroyed; its houses and its harbor are in ruins. As your ships return from Cyprus, you learn the news.

Wail, you merchants of Sidon! You sent agents

The people of Moab will weep because of the troubles they suffer. They will all weep when they remember the fine food they used to eat in the city of Kir Heres. They will be driven to despair.