14 Wail, O (A)ships of Tarshish,
For your stronghold is destroyed.

15 Now in that day Tyre will be forgotten for (B)seventy years like the days of one king. At the end of seventy years it will happen to Tyre as in the song of the harlot:

16 Take your harp, walk about the city,
O forgotten harlot;
Pluck the strings skillfully, sing many songs,
That you may be remembered.

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