²⁹ Call together the archers against Babylon: all ye that bend the bow, encamp against it on every side; let none thereof escape: recompense her according to her work; according to all that she hath done, do to her: for she hath been proud against the LORD, against the Holy One of Israel.

¹⁸ Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.

¹ The burden of Tyre. Howl, you ships of Tarshish! For it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in. From the land of Kittim it is revealed to them.

² Be still, you inhabitants of the coast, you whom the merchants of Sidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished.

³ On great waters, the seed of the Shihor, the harvest of the Nile, was her revenue. She was the market of nations.