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The word of the LORD came again unto me, saying ,
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Now, thou son of man, take up a lamentation for Tyrus;
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And say unto Tyrus, O thou that art situate at the entry of the sea, which art a merchant of the people for many isles, Thus saith the Lord GOD; O Tyrus, thou hast said , I am of perfect beauty.
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Thy borders are in the midst of the seas, thy builders have perfected thy beauty.
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They have made all thy ship boards of fir trees of Senir: they have taken cedars from Lebanon to make masts for thee.