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And thou, son of man, take up a lamentation over Tyre;
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and say unto Tyre, O thou that dwellest at the entry of the sea, that art the merchant of the peoples unto many isles, thus saith the Lord Jehovah: Thou, O Tyre, hast said, I am perfect in beauty.
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Thy borders are in the heart of the seas; thy builders have perfected thy beauty.
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They have made all thy planks of fir-trees from Senir; they have taken a cedar from Lebanon to make a mast for thee.
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Of the oaks of Bashan have they made thine oars; they have made thy benches of ivory inlaid in boxwood, from the isles of Kittim.
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Of fine linen with broidered work from Egypt was thy sail, that it might be to thee for an ensign; blue and purple from the isles of Elishah was thine awning.