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The word of the LORD came again unto me, saying,
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Now, thou son of man, raise up lamentations upon Tyre.
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And say unto Tyre, O thou that dwelleth at the ports of the sea, who art a merchant of the people for many isles, Thus hath the Lord GOD said; O Tyre, thou hast said, I am of perfect beauty.
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In the heart of the seas are thy border; thy builders have completed thy beauty.
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They have made all thy ship boards of fir trees of Senir; they have taken cedars from Lebanon to make masts for thee.