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Pass over to Tarshish;
    wail, O inhabitants of the coastland.
Is this your joyous city,
    whose origin is from ancient days,
whose feet used to carry her
    to sojourn in distant locations?
Who has planned this against Tyre,
    the crowning city,
whose merchants are princes,
    whose traffickers are the honorable of the earth?

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