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And thou, son of man, take up a lamentation for Tyre,
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and say unto Tyre: O thou that art situate at the entries of the sea, and traffickest with the peoples in many isles, thus saith the Lord Jehovah: Thou, 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 made all thy double boards of cypress-trees of Senir; they took cedars from Lebanon to make masts for thee.