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The burden of Tyre: Howl, ye ships of Tarshish! For it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in; from the land of Cyprus it is revealed to them.
2
Be still, ye inhabitants of the isle, thou whom the merchants of Sidon that pass over the sea have replenished.
3
And by great waters the seed of Shihor, the harvest of the river, is her revenue; and she is a mart of nations.
4
Be thou ashamed, O Sidon; for the sea hath spoken, even the strength of the sea, saying, "I travail not, nor bring forth children, neither do I nourish up young men nor bring up virgins.
5
As at the report concerning Egypt, so shall they be sorely pained at the report of Tyre.
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Pass ye over to Tarshish; howl, ye inhabitants of the isle!
7
Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days? Her own feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn.
8
Who hath taken this counsel against Tyre, the crowning city, whose merchants are princes, whose traffickers are the honorable of the earth?
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The LORD of hosts hath purposed it, to stain the pride of all glory, and to bring into contempt all the honorable of the earth.