"Mortal man, sing a funeral song for Tyre,

They will sing this funeral song for you: The famous city is destroyed! Her ships have been swept from the seas. The people of this city ruled the seas And terrified all who lived on the coast.

"Look at me!" she cries to everyone who passes by. "No one has ever had pain like mine, Pain that the LORD brought on me in the time of his anger.

O Jerusalem, beloved Jerusalem, what can I say? How can I comfort you? No one has ever suffered like this. Your disaster is boundless as the ocean; there is no possible hope.

and cried out as they saw the smoke from the flames that consumed her: "There never has been another city like this great city!"

When your oarsmen brought you out to sea, An east wind wrecked you far from land.

They will destroy your city walls and tear down your towers. Then I will sweep away all the dust and leave only a bare rock.

Fishermen will dry their nets on it, there where it stands in the sea. I, the Sovereign LORD, have spoken. The nations will plunder Tyre,