Rotherham(i)
3 Therefore, Thus, saith My Lord, Yahweh, Behold me! against thee, O Tyre,––So then I will bring up against thee many nations, As the sea bringeth up its rolling waves;
4 And they shall destroy the walls of Tyre, And break down her towers, And I will scrape clean her dust from off her,––And make of her the glaring face of a cliff:
5 A place for the spreading of nets, shall she become, in the midst of the sea, For, I, have spoken, Declareth My Lord, Yahweh,––And she shall become a prey to the nations.