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You, son of man, take up a lamentation over Tzor;
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and tell Tzor, you who dwell at the entry of the sea, who are the merchant of the peoples to many isles, thus says the Lord GOD: You, Tzor, have said, I am perfect in beauty.
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Your borders are in the heart of the seas; your builders have perfected your beauty.
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They have made all your planks of fir trees from Senir; they have taken a cedar from Levanon to make a mast for you.