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Cross over to Tarshish;
    wail, you inhabitants of the coast.
Is this your vibrant city
    founded in the days of old,
and whose feet have led her away
    to settle in distant lands?
Who has devised this plan
    against Tyre, the bestower of crowns,
whose merchants were princes
    and whose traders were held in the highest esteem
    throughout the earth?

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