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23 A prophecy about Tzor:

Howl, you “Tarshish” ships,
because the harbor is destroyed!
On returning from Kittim,
they discover they cannot enter it.
Silence, you who live on the coast,
you who have been enriched
by the merchants of Tzidon crossing the sea.
By the great water the grain of Shichor,
the harvest of the Nile, brought you profits.
She was marketplace for the nations.

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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 Chittim it is revealed to them.

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

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

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