At the sound of the cry of your pilots the countryside shakes,

你掌舵的呼号之声一发，郊野都必震动。

因掌舵者的呼声，郊野就必震动。

因掌舵者的呼声，郊野就必震动。

你舵手的哀号声必震动海岸，

因你舵手的呼叫声，郊野都必震动。

你掌舵的呼號之聲一發，郊野都必震動。

因掌舵者的呼聲，郊野就必震動。

因掌舵者的呼聲，郊野就必震動。

你舵手的哀號聲必震動海岸，

因你舵手的呼叫聲，郊野都必震動。

一聽到你的掌舵者的哀呼聲，郊野都必震動。

鄉導呼號、波濤澎湃、

辨水道之人、大聲號呼、震動邑郊。

因爾舵師呼號、郊野震動、

The shorelands will quake when your sailors cry out.

The lands along the coast will shake when your sailors cry out.

Your cities by the sea tremble as your pilots cry out in terror.

“‘ The countryside shakes at the sound of your sailors’ cries.

At the sound of the cry of your sailors, The pasture lands will shake.

The common-land will shake at the sound of the cry of your pilots.

At the sound of the cry of thy pilots the suburbs shall shake.

The countryside shakes at the sound of your sailors’ cries.

The suburbs shall shake at the sound of the cry of thy pilots.

At the sound of your captains’ cry the waves will surge;

At the sound of the cry of your pilots, the pasture lands will shake.

His horses will be so many that their dust will cover you. Your walls will shake at the noise of the horsemen and wagons and chariots, when he enters your gates as men enter a city that has been breached.

The shield of his mighty men is red; his soldiers are clothed in scarlet. The chariots come with flashing metal on the day he musters them; the cypress spears are brandished.

“ Thus says the Lord God to Tyre: Will not the coastlands shake at the sound of your fall, when the wounded groan, when slaughter is made in your midst?Then all the princes of the sea will step down from their thrones and remove their robes and strip off their embroidered garments. They will clothe themselves with trembling; they will sit on the ground and tremble every moment and be appalled at you.And they will raise a lamentation over you and say to you,“‘ How you have perished, you who were inhabited from the seas, O city renowned, who was mighty on the sea; she and her inhabitants imposed their terror on all her inhabitants!Now the coastlands tremble on the day of your fall, and the coastlands that are on the sea are dismayed at your passing.’

All the inhabitants of the coastlands are appalled at you, and the hair of their kings bristles with horror; their faces are convulsed.

I made the nations quake at the sound of its fall, when I cast it down to Sheol with those who go down to the pit. And all the trees of Eden, the choice and best of Lebanon, all that drink water, were comforted in the world below.

The peoples have heard; they tremble; pangs have seized the inhabitants of Philistia.