The merchants of the world will weep and mourn for her, for there is no one left to buy their goods.

地上的客商也都为她哭泣悲哀，因为没有人再买他们的货物了；

地上的商人也都为她哭泣悲哀，因为没有人再买他们的货物了；

地上的商人也都为她哭泣悲哀，因为没有人再买他们的货物了；

“地上的商人也为她哀伤，因为再也没有人购买他们的货物了。

“地上的商人也为她悲哀痛哭，因为没有人再买他们的货物：

地上的商人也为她哭泣、悲伤，因为再也没有人买他们的货物了；

地上的客商也都為她哭泣悲哀，因為沒有人再買他們的貨物了；

地上的商人也都為她哭泣悲哀，因為沒有人再買他們的貨物了；

地上的商人也都為她哭泣悲哀，因為沒有人再買他們的貨物了；

「地上的商人也為她哀傷，因為再也沒有人購買他們的貨物了。

“地上的商人也為她悲哀痛哭，因為沒有人再買他們的貨物：

地上的商人也為她哭泣哀慟，因為再沒有人買他們的貨物了：

地上的商人也為她哭泣、悲傷，因為再也沒有人買他們的貨物了；

世上諸商、亦為之哭而哀、因不復見有人購其貨也、

天下商旅、苦無貿易、故哭之哀、

天下商賈、亦必為之號泣悲痛、因不復有購其貨者、

世之眾賈亦當哀哀而哭之；蓋誰復購其貨物乎？

“ The merchants of the earth will weep and mourn over her because no one buys their cargoes anymore—

“ The traders of the world will weep and mourn over her. No one buys what they sell anymore.

And the merchants of the earth weep and mourn for her, since no one buys their cargo anymore,

The merchants of the earth will weep and mourn over her, because no one buys their cargo any longer—

“ And the merchants of the earth weep and mourn over her, because no one buys their cargo any more—

“ And the merchants of the earth will weep and mourn over her, for no one buys their merchandise anymore:

And the merchants of the earth weep and mourn over her, for no man buyeth their merchandise any more;

The merchants of the earth will also weep and mourn over her, because no one buys their merchandise any longer—

And the merchants of the earth shall weep and mourn over her; for no man buyeth their merchandise any more:

Then the merchants of the earth will weep and mourn for her because no one buys their cargo any longer–

The merchants of the earth weep and mourn over her, for no one buys their merchandise any more:

For all the nations have fallen because of the wine of her passionate immorality. The kings of the world have committed adultery with her. Because of her desires for extravagant luxury, the merchants of the world have grown rich.”

The light of a lamp will never shine in you again. The happy voices of brides and grooms will never be heard in you again. For your merchants were the greatest in the world, and you deceived the nations with your sorceries.

Rejoice over her fate, O heaven and people of God and apostles and prophets! For at last God has judged her for your sakes.

He required everyone— small and great, rich and poor, free and slave— to be given a mark on the right hand or on the forehead.And no one could buy or sell anything without that mark, which was either the name of the beast or the number representing his name.

Everything is lost— your riches and wares, your sailors and pilots, your ship builders, merchants, and warriors. On the day of your ruin, everyone on board sinks into the depths of the sea.Your cities by the sea tremble as your pilots cry out in terror.All the oarsmen abandon their ships; the sailors and pilots stand on the shore.They cry aloud over you and weep bitterly. They throw dust on their heads and roll in ashes.They shave their heads in grief for you and dress themselves in burlap. They weep for you with bitter anguish and deep mourning.As they wail and mourn over you, they sing this sad funeral song:‘ Was there ever such a city as Tyre, now silent at the bottom of the sea?The merchandise you traded satisfied the desires of many nations. Kings at the ends of the earth were enriched by your trade.Now you are a wrecked ship, broken at the bottom of the sea. All your merchandise and crew have gone down with you.All who live along the coastlands are appalled at your terrible fate. Their kings are filled with horror and look on with twisted faces.The merchants among the nations shake their heads at the sight of you, for you have come to a horrible end and will exist no more.’”

The merchants who became wealthy by selling her these things will stand at a distance, terrified by her great torment. They will weep and cry out,

And all your friends, those with whom you’ve done business since childhood, will go their own ways, turning a deaf ear to your cries.

But the guests he had invited ignored them and went their own way, one to his farm, another to his business.

This message came to me concerning Tyre: Wail, you trading ships of Tarshish, for the harbor and houses of Tyre are gone! The rumors you heard in Cyprus are all true.Mourn in silence, you people of the coast and you merchants of Sidon. Your traders crossed the sea,sailing over deep waters. They brought you grain from Egypt and harvests from along the Nile. You were the marketplace of the world.But now you are put to shame, city of Sidon, for Tyre, the fortress of the sea, says,“ Now I am childless; I have no sons or daughters.”When Egypt hears the news about Tyre, there will be great sorrow.Send word now to Tarshish! Wail, you people who live in distant lands!Is this silent ruin all that is left of your once joyous city? What a long history was yours! Think of all the colonists you sent to distant places.Who has brought this disaster on Tyre, that great creator of kingdoms? Her traders were all princes, her merchants were nobles.The Lord of Heaven’s Armies has done it to destroy your pride and bring low all earth’s nobility.Come, people of Tarshish, sweep over the land like the flooding Nile, for Tyre is defenseless.The Lord held out his hand over the sea and shook the kingdoms of the earth. He has spoken out against Phoenicia, ordering that her fortresses be destroyed.He says,“ Never again will you rejoice, O daughter of Sidon, for you have been crushed. Even if you flee to Cyprus, you will find no rest.”Look at the land of Babylonia— the people of that land are gone! The Assyrians have handed Babylon over to the wild animals of the desert. They have built siege ramps against its walls, torn down its palaces, and turned it to a heap of rubble.Wail, you ships of Tarshish, for your harbor is destroyed!For seventy years, the length of a king’s life, Tyre will be forgotten. But then the city will come back to life as in the song about the prostitute:

Then they will wail for you, singing this funeral song:“ O famous island city, once ruler of the sea, how you have been destroyed! Your people, with their naval power, once spread fear around the world.Now the coastlands tremble at your fall. The islands are dismayed as you disappear.“ This is what the Sovereign Lord says: I will make Tyre an uninhabited ruin, like many others. I will bury you beneath the terrible waves of enemy attack. Great seas will swallow you.I will send you to the pit to join those who descended there long ago. Your city will lie in ruins, buried beneath the earth, like those in the pit who have entered the world of the dead. You will have no place of respect here in the land of the living.I will bring you to a terrible end, and you will exist no more. You will be looked for, but you will never again be found. I, the Sovereign Lord, have spoken!”

And the kings of the world who committed adultery with her and enjoyed her great luxury will mourn for her as they see the smoke rising from her charred remains.

In their greed they will make up clever lies to get hold of your money. But God condemned them long ago, and their destruction will not be delayed.

Then, going over to the people who sold doves, he told them,“ Get these things out of here. Stop turning my Father’s house into a marketplace!”

Wail in sorrow, all you who live in the market area, for all the merchants and traders will be destroyed.

Your silver and gold will not save you on that day of the Lord’s anger. For the whole land will be devoured by the fire of his jealousy. He will make a terrifying end of all the people on earth.

For wisdom is more profitable than silver, and her wages are better than gold.