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Be silent, you who dwell along the coast,
    you merchants of Sidon,
whose messengers crossed over the sea
    to the vast ocean.
The grain of Shihor, the harvest of the Nile
    provided your revenue;
    you were the merchant for the nations.
Be ashamed, O Sidon, the fortress of the sea,
    for the sea has declared:
“I have not endured the anguish of labor,
    nor have I given birth;
I have not reared young men
    or brought up young women.”

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