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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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