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Be still, inhabitants of the coastland,
you merchants of Sidon,
your messengers crossing the sea.
On many waters the grain of Shihor,
the harvest of the Nile was her revenue
and a marketplace of nations.
Be ashamed, O Sidon.
For the sea has spoken,
    the stronghold of the sea, saying,
“I have not writhed or given birth.
I have not reared young men or brought up maidens.”

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