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And on great waters the grain of Shihor, The harvest of the River, is her revenue; And she is a marketplace for the nations.
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Be ashamed, O Sidon; For the sea has spoken, The strength of the sea, saying, "I do not labor, nor bring forth children; Neither do I rear young men, Nor bring up virgins.
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When the report reaches Egypt, They also will be in agony at the report of Tyre.
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Cross over to Tarshish; Wail, you inhabitants of the coastland!
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Is this your joyous city, Whose antiquity is from ancient days, Whose feet carried her far off to dwell?
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Who has taken this counsel against Tyre, the crowning city, Whose merchants are princes, Whose traders are the honorable of the earth?
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The Lord of hosts has purposed it, To bring to dishonor the pride of all glory, To bring into contempt all the honorable of the earth.
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Overflow through your land like the River, O daughter of Tarshish; There is no more strength.
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He stretched out His hand over the sea, He shook the kingdoms; The Lord has given a commandment against Canaan To destroy its strongholds.
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And He said, "You will rejoice no more, O you oppressed virgin daughter of Sidon. Arise, cross over to Cyprus; There also you will have no rest."
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Behold, the land of the Chaldeans, This people which was not; Assyria founded it for wild beasts of the desert. They set up its towers, They raised up its palaces, And brought it to ruin.