A prophecy about Tzor: Howl, you "Tarshish" ships, because the harbor is destroyed! On returning from Kittim, they discover they cannot enter it.
Silence, you who live on the coast, you who have been enriched by the merchants of Tzidon crossing the sea.
By the great water the grain of Shichor, the harvest of the Nile, brought you profits. She was marketplace for the nations.
Shame, Tzidon, for the sea speaks; the fortress of the sea says, "I no longer have labor pains or bear children, yet I have raised neither boys nor girls.
When the report reaches Egypt, they will be in anguish at the fate of Tzor.
Cross over to Tarshish! Howl, you who live on the coast!