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Now you, mortal, raise a lamentation over Tyre,(A) and say to Tyre, which sits 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.”(B)
Your borders are in the heart of the seas;
    your builders made perfect your beauty.(C)

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