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a sonitu clamoris gubernatorum tuorum conturbabuntur classes

The suburbs shall shake at the sound of the cry of your pilots.

The pasture lands shall shake at the sound of the cry of your pilots.

The suburbs shall shake at the sound of the cry of thy pilots.

The suburbs shall shake at the sound of the cry of thy pilots.

The common-land will shake at the sound of the cry of your pilots.

The suburbs shall shake at the sound of the cry of thy pilots.

At the sound of the cry of thy pilots the suburbs shall shake.

The open places shall shake at the sound of the cry of thy pilots.

Thy fleets shall be troubled at the sound of the cry of thy pilots.

At the sound of the cry of thy pilots the suburbs shall shake.

At the sound of the cry of your pilots the countryside shakes,

" 'When your sailors cried out, people on the shore trembled.

The countryside shakes at the sound of your sailors' cries.

When your ships' captains cry out, the pasturelands along the coast will cry out!

At the sound of your captains' cry the waves will surge;

"At the sound of the cry of your pilots The pasture lands will shake.

The shorelands will quake when your sailors cry out.

Your cities by the sea tremble as your pilots cry out in terror.

The suburbs shall shake at the sound of the cry of thy pilots.

At the sound of the cry of your pilots the suburbs shall shake.

When your sailors call out for help, the cities on the coast of the sea will shake.

At the voice of the cry of thy pilots shake do the suburbs.

The lands by the sea will shake at the sound of your sailors’ cry.

The coastal plains shudder at the shrieks and cries of your pilots.

“‘The surrounding cities quake at the sound as your pilots scream with fright.

The coasts will begin to quake upon hearing the cries of your sailors.

At the sound of the cry of your pilots The pasture lands will shake.

The suburbs shall shake at the sound of the cry of thy pilots.

“‘The countryside shakes at the sound of your sailors’ cries.

The waves and the countryside shake at the [piercing] sound of the [hopeless, wailing] cry of your pilots.

The people on the shore shake with fear when your sailors cry out.

“‘Your sailors row mightily, taking you into the high seas. Then a storm out of the east shatters your ship in the ocean deep. Everything sinks—your rich goods and products, sailors and crew, ship’s carpenters and soldiers, Sink to the bottom of the sea. Total shipwreck. The cries of your sailors reverberate on shore. Sailors everywhere abandon ship. Veteran seamen swim for dry land. They cry out in grief, a choir of bitter lament over you. They smear their faces with ashes, shave their heads, Wear rough burlap, wildly keening their loss. They raise their funeral song: “Who on the high seas is like Tyre!”

At the sound of the cry of distress from your pilots, the fields on the mainland will quake.

At the sound of the cry of your pilots the countryside shakes,

The shouts of the drowning sailors Echoed on the shore.

Ships shall be troubled of the sound of the cry of thy governors; (And the ships were troubled at the sound of the cry of thy governors;)

The shouts of your drowning crew were heard on the shore.

At the sound of the cry of your pilots the countryside shakes,

At the sound of the cry of your pilots the pasturelands shake,

At the sound of the cry of your pilots the countryside shakes,

At your helmsmen’s cries for help, the troubled waters seethe.

“The pasture lands and the countryside will shake At the [piercing] sound of the [hopeless, wailing] cry of your pilots.

At the sound of the cry of your pilots the countryside shakes,

At the sound of your sailors’ shouts the waves shudder,

At the sound of the cry of your sailors, The pasture lands will shake.

The ·people on the shore shake with fear [L countryside shakes; or waves surge] when your ·sailors [or captains] cry out.

At the sound of the cry of your pilots the countryside will shake.

At the sound of the cry of your pilots the countryside shakes,

The lands along the coast will shake when your sailors cry out.

The suburbs shall shake at the sound of the cry of thy pilots.

When they hear the cries of your pilots, the mainland coasts will tremble.

At the sound of the cry of your pilots the countryside shakes,

The migroshot (open pasturelands) shall shake at the sound of the cry of thy seamen.

“‘When your sailors cried out, people on the shore trembled.

The meadowlands shall shake at the sound of the cry of your pilots.

“‘You send your merchants to faraway places. Those places will shake with fear when they hear your pilots’ cry!

The people on the shore will shake with fear when your sailors cry out.

At the sound of the shout of your seamen, the pasturelands will shake.

The shorelands will quake when your sailors cry out.