Translations
F.O.G.MPrimary
F.O.G MessageTake up your harp, walk the streets of the city, O prostitute long forgotten! Play your sweetest melody, sing your songs again and again — make them remember your name.'
F.O.GSecondary
The F.O.GTake a harp, go about the city, O forgotten harlot! Play sweetly, sing song after song, that you may be remembered once more.'
KJV
King James VersionTake an harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered.
BSB
Berean Standard Bible“Take up your harp, stroll through the city, O forgotten harlot. Make sweet melody, sing many a song, so you will be remembered.”
Footnotes
This is almost certainly a fragment of a known street-song (שִׁיר זוֹנָה, shir zonah — a harlot's song), a popular genre in the ancient Near East here deployed with biting satire. The city that once bestowed crowns on merchant-princes is now reduced to a streetwalker hawking herself for a moment's attention. The irony cuts to the bone, and neither translation softens it: the fall of Tyre is not merely political but humiliating, even grotesque.
