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28 At the sound of the cry of your pilots
    the pasturelands shake,(A)
29 and down from their ships
    come all who handle the oar.
The sailors and all the pilots of the sea
    stand on the shore(B)
30 and wail aloud over you
    and cry bitterly.
They throw dust on their heads
    and wallow in ashes;(C)

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