A reading from the book of Isaiah.

The oracle concerning Tyre.

Whale, old ships of Tarshish.

Her tire is laid waste without house or harbor.

From the land of Cyprus it is revealed to them.

Be still, old inhabitants of the coast.

The merchants of Sidon who crossed the sea have filled you,

and on many waters your revenue was the grain of Shihore. The harvest of the Nile, you were the

merchant of the nations. Be ashamed, O Saiden, for the sea has spoken, the stronghold of the sea

saying, I have neither labored nor given birth, I have neither reared young men nor brought up young women.

When the report comes to Egypt, they will be in anguish over the report about Tyre.

Cross over to Tarshish.

Whale, O inhabitants of the coast.

Is this your exultant city, whose origin is from days of old, whose feet carried her to settle far away?

Who has purposed this against Tyre, the bestower

of crowns, whose merchants were princes, whose traders were the honored of the earth? The Lord of hosts

has purposed it, to defile the pompous pride of all glory, to dishonor all the honored of the earth.

Cross over your land like the Nile, O daughter of Tarshish, there is no restraint

anymore. He has stretched out his hand over the sea. He has shaken the kingdoms. The Lord has given

command concerning Canaan to destroy its strongholds. And he said, you will no more exalt.

O oppressed virgin daughter of Sidon, arise cross over to Cyprus, even there you will have

no rest.

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