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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.
Be thou ashamed, O Zidon:
for the sea hath spoken, even the strength of the sea, saying,
I travail not, nor bring forth children,
neither do I nourish up young men,
nor bring up virgins.

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