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“Now, thou son of man, take up a lamentation for Tyre,

and say unto Tyre, ‘O thou that art situate at the entry of the sea, who art a merchant of the people for many isles, thus saith the Lord God: “‘O Tyre, thou hast said, “I am of perfect beauty.”

Thy borders are in the midst of the seas; thy builders have perfected thy beauty.

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