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The word of the Lord came again to me, saying,
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"Now, son of man, take up a lamentation for Tyre,
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and say to Tyre, 'You who are situated at the entrance of the sea, merchant of the peoples on many coastlands, thus says the Lord God: "O Tyre, you have said, ' I am perfect in beauty.'
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Your borders are in the midst of the seas. Your builders have perfected your beauty.
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They made all your planks of fir trees from Senir; They took a cedar from Lebanon to make you a mast.
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Of oaks from Bashan they made your oars; The company of Ashurites have inlaid your planks With ivory from the coasts of Cyprus.
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Fine embroidered linen from Egypt was what you spread for your sail; Blue and purple from the coasts of Elishah was what covered you.
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"Inhabitants of Sidon and Arvad were your oarsmen; Your wise men, O Tyre, were in you; They became your pilots.