Isaiah 23 ©
The miserable overthrow of Tyre. Her restoration after seventy years, and her whoredoms.
THE aburden of bTyre. Howl, ye ships of cTarshish; for dit is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in: from the land of 1Chittim it is revealed to them.
Be 2still, ye inhabitants of the isle; thou whom the emerchants of Zidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished.
The LORD of hosts hath purposed it, 4to stain the pride of all glory, and to bring into contempt all the honourable of the earth.
Pass through thy land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish: there is no more 5strength.
And he said, pThou shalt no more rejoice, O thou oppressed virgin, daughter of Zidon: arise, pass over to Chittim; there also shalt thou have no rest.
Take an harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered.
And wher merchandise and her hire shall be holiness to the LORD: it shall not be treasured nor laid up; for her merchandise shall be for them that dwell before the LORD, to xeat sufficiently, and for 10durable clothing.