2
`And thou, son of man, lift up concerning Tyre a lamentation, and thou hast said to Tyre:
3
O dweller on the entrances of the sea, Merchant of the peoples unto many isles, Thus said the Lord Jehovah: O Tyre, thou -- thou hast said: I [am] the perfection of beauty.
4
In the heart of the seas [are] thy borders, Thy builders have perfected thy beauty.
5
Of firs of Senir they have built to thee all thy double-boarded ships, Of cedars of Lebanon they have taken to make a mast for thee,
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