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The word of the LORD came to me:
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"Now you, son of man, raise a lamentation over Tyre,
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and say to Tyre, who dwells at the entrance to the sea, merchant of the peoples on many coastlands, thus says the Lord GOD: "O Tyre, you have said, 'I am perfect in beauty.'
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Your borders are in the heart of the seas; your builders made perfect your beauty.
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They made all your planks of fir trees from Senir; they took a cedar from Lebanon to make a mast for you.