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23 The burden of Tyre: Howl, ye ships of Tarshish! For it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in; from the land of Cyprus it is revealed to them.

Be still, ye inhabitants of the isle, thou whom the merchants of Sidon that pass over the sea have replenished.

And by great waters the seed of Shihor, the harvest of the river, is her revenue; and she is a mart of nations.

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