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Now, thou son of man, take up a lamentation for Tyre;
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And say to Tyre, O thou that art situated at the entry of the sea, [which art] a merchant of the people for many isles, Thus saith the Lord GOD; O Tyre, 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.