<p class="poetry">He broke down<n id="1" /> their strongholds<n id="2" /> and devastated their cities.p> <p class="poetry">The land and everything in it was frightened at the sound of his roaring.p>

He will cover you with the dust kicked up by his many horses.<n id="1" /> Your walls will shake from the noise of the horsemen, wheels, and chariots when he enters your gates like those who invade through a city&#8217;s broken walls.<n id="2" />

<p class="bodytext">&#8220;This is what the sovereign <sc>Lordsc> says to Tyre: Oh, how the coastlands will shake at the sound of your fall, when the wounded groan, at the massive slaughter in your midst!

I made the nations shake at the sound of its fall, when I threw it down to Sheol, along with those who descend to the pit.<n id="1" /> Then all the trees of Eden, the choicest and the best of Lebanon, all that were well-watered, were comforted in the earth below.