¹⁴ 一年三次，你要向我守节。

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.