Young’s Literal Translation

1 The Burden of Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, For it hath been destroyed, Without house, without entrance, From

1 The burden of the Valley of Vision. What — to thee, now, that thou hast gone up, All of

1 Lo, Jehovah is emptying the land, And is making it waste, And hath overturned `it on’ its face, And

1 Wo `to’ the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim. And the fading flower of the beauty of his

1 In that day lay a charge doth Jehovah, With his sword — the sharp, and the great, and the

1 In that day sung is this song in the land of Judah: `We have a strong city, Salvation He

1 O Jehovah, my God `art’ Thou, I exalt Thee, I confess Thy name, For Thou hast done a wonderful