ب َنَتْ صُورُ لِنَفْسَها قَلعَةً. كَوَّمَتِ الفِضَّةَ كَالتُّرابِ، وَالذَّهَبَ كَطِينِ الشَّوارِعِ.
For Tyre built a strong tower for herself. She gathered silver like dust, and gold like the dirt of the streets.