Etheridge(i)
11 And the merchants of the earth shall be sorrowful over her, because no man buyeth of their burden.
12 No more (shall there be in thee) the burden of gold, and of silver and of precious stones, and of pearls; and of fine linen, and of purple, and of silk and scarlet; and of every aromatic wood, and every vessel of elephant's-tooth, and every vessel of wood of great price, and of brass and of iron and of marble;
13 and cinnamon and omomun* and perfumes, and ointment and frankincense and wine and oil, and fine meal, and wheat, and cattle, and slaves, and horses and chariots, and bodies and souls of men. [* Spikenard. Gr. text, - which the Syr. retains untranslated.]
14 And the fruit of the desire of thy soul hath gone from thee, and all those things which are delicious and brilliant have perished from thee, and the merchants of these things will find them no more.
15 They who were made rich by her from afar will stand for fear of her torment, and wail and be sorrowful,
16 saying, Woe, woe, that great city, which was arrayed in fine linen and purple and scarlet, and golded with gold, and (adorned) with precious stones and pearls; for in one hour hath been destroyed wealth like this.
17 And every captain and every pilot who navigateth to the place, and the mariners, and all who serve on the sea, stood from afar,
18 and cried, while beholding the smoke of her burning, saying, What is like to this great city!
19 And they cast dust upon their heads, and cried, weeping and lamenting, and saying, Woe, woe, that great city, in which were made rich all they who have ships in the sea, from the preciousness of her! For in one hour she becometh desolate!