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âSon of man, take up a lament concerning Tyre.
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Say to Tyre, situated at the gateway to the sea, merchant of peoples on many coasts, âThis is what the Sovereign LORD says: â âYou say, Tyre, âI am perfect in beauty.â
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Your domain was on the high seas; your builders brought your beauty to perfection.
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They made all your timbers of juniper from Senir ; they took a cedar from Lebanon to make a mast for you.