King James VersionEzekiel26


1 And it came to pass in the eleventh year, in the first day of the month, that the word of the LORD came unto me, say­ing, 2 Son of man, be­cause that Tyrus hath said against Jerusalem, Aha, she is bro­ken that was the gates of the peo­ple: she is turned unto me: I shall be re­plen­ished, now she is laid waste: 3 There­fore thus saith the Lord GOD; Be­hold, I am against thee, O Tyrus, and will cause many na­tions to come up against thee, as the sea causeth his waves to come up. 4 And they shall de­stroy the walls of Tyrus, and break down her tow­ers: I will also scrape her dust from her, and make her like the top of a rock. 5 It shall be a place for the spread­ing of nets in the midst of the sea: for I have spo­ken it, saith the Lord GOD: and it shall be­come a spoil to the na­tions. 6 And her daugh­ters which are in the field shall be slain by the sword; and they shall know that I am the LORD. 7 For thus saith the Lord GOD; Be­hold, I will bring upon Tyrus Neb­uchadrez­zar king of Baby­lon, a king of kings, from the north, with hors­es, and with char­i­ots, and with horse­men, and com­pa­nies, and much peo­ple. 8 He shall slay with the sword thy daugh­ters in the field: and he shall make a fort against thee, and cast a mount against thee, and lift up the buck­ler against thee. 9 And he shall set en­gines of war against thy walls, and with his axes he shall break down thy tow­ers. 10 By rea­son of the abun­dance of his hors­es their dust shall cov­er thee: thy walls shall shake at the noise of the horse­men, and of the wheels, and of the char­i­ots, when he shall en­ter into thy gates, as men en­ter into a city where­in is made a breach. 11 With the hoofs of his hors­es shall he tread down all thy streets: he shall slay thy peo­ple by the sword, and thy strong gar­risons shall go down to the ground. 12 And they shall make a spoil of thy rich­es, and make a prey of thy mer­chan­dise: and they shall break down thy walls, and de­stroy thy pleas­ant hous­es: and they shall lay thy stones and thy tim­ber and thy dust in the midst of the wa­ter. 13 And I will cause the noise of thy songs to cease; and the sound of thy harps shall be no more heard. 14 And I will make thee like the top of a rock: thou shalt be a place to spread nets up­on; thou shalt be built no more: for I the LORD have spo­ken it, saith the Lord GOD. 15 Thus saith the Lord GOD to Tyrus; Shall not the isles shake at the sound of thy fall, when the wound­ed cry, when the slaugh­ter is made in the midst of thee? 16 Then all the princes of the sea shall come down from their thrones, and lay away their robes, and put off their broi­dered gar­ments: they shall clothe them­selves with trem­bling; they shall sit upon the ground, and shall trem­ble at every mo­ment, and be as­ton­ished at thee. 17 And they shall take up a lamen­ta­tion for thee, and say to thee, How art thou de­stroyed, that wast in­hab­it­ed of sea­far­ing men, the renowned city, which wast strong in the sea, she and her in­hab­i­tants, which cause their ter­ror ­to be on all that haunt it! 18 Now shall the isles trem­ble in the day of thy fall; yea, the isles that are in the sea shall be trou­bled at thy de­par­ture. 19 For thus saith the Lord GOD; When I shall make thee a des­o­late city, like the cities that are not in­hab­it­ed; when I shall bring up the deep upon thee, and great wa­ters shall cov­er thee; 20 When I shall bring thee down with them that de­scend into the pit, with the peo­ple of old time, and shall set thee in the low parts of the earth, in places des­o­late of old, with them that go down to the pit, that thou be not in­hab­it­ed; and I shall set glo­ry in the land of the liv­ing; 21 I will make thee a ter­ror, and thou shalt be no more: though thou be sought for, yet shalt thou nev­er be found again, saith the Lord GOD.