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The word of the Lord came to me again, saying,
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And you, son of man, make a song of grief for Tyre;
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And say to Tyre, O you who are seated at the doorway of the sea, trading for the peoples with the great sea-lands, these are the words of the Lord: You, O Tyre, have said, I am a ship completely beautiful.
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Your builders have made your outlines in the heart of the seas, they have made you completely beautiful.
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They have made all your boards of fir-trees from Senir: they have taken cedars from Lebanon to make the supports for your sails.