Ezekiel 27:29-33

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.