6 Cross over to Tarshish;
Wail, you inhabitants of the coastland!

7 Is this your ^ajoyous city,
Whose antiquity is from ancient days,
Whose feet carried her far off to dwell? ‡

9 The Lord of hosts has ^apurposed it,
To¹ bring to dishonor the ^bpride of all glory,
To bring into contempt all the honorable of the earth. ‡

10 Overflow through your land like¹ the River,
O daughter of Tarshish;
There is no more¹ strength. ‡