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He said, You shall no more rejoice, you oppressed virgin daughter of Tzidon: arise, pass over to Kittim; even there shall you have no rest.
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Behold, the land of the Kasdim: this people was not; the Ashshur founded it for those who dwell in the wilderness; they set up their towers; they overthrew the palaces of it; they made it a ruin.
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Howl, you ships of Tarshish; for your stronghold is laid waste
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It shall come to pass in that day, that Tzor shall be forgotten seventy years, according to the days of one king: after the end of seventy years it shall be to Tzor as in the song of the prostitute.
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Take a harp, go about the city, you prostitute that has been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that you may be remembered.