Howl, ye ships of Tarshish: for your strength is laid waste.
How is the hammer of the whole earth cut asunder and broken! how is Babylon become a desolation among the nations!
O thou that dwellest upon many waters, abundant in treasures, thine end is come, and the measure of thy covetousness.
Thy riches, and thy fairs, thy merchandise, thy mariners, and thy pilots, thy calkers, and the occupiers of thy merchandise, and all thy men of war, that are in thee, and in all thy company which is in the midst of thee, shall fall into the midst of the seas in the day of thy ruin.
The suburbs shall shake at the sound of the cry of thy pilots.
And all that handle the oar, the mariners, and all the pilots of the sea, shall come down from their ships, they shall stand upon the land;
And the ten horns which thou sawest upon the beast, these shall hate the whore, and shall make her desolate and naked, and shall eat her flesh, and burn her with fire.