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Wail, you merchants of Sidon! You sent agents across the sea to buy and sell the grain that grew in Egypt and to do business with all the nations.

City of Sidon, you are disgraced! The sea and the great ocean depths disown you and say, “I never had any children. I never raised sons or daughters.”

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Be silent,(A) you people of the island
    and you merchants(B) of Sidon,(C)
    whom the seafarers have enriched.
On the great waters
    came the grain of the Shihor;(D)
the harvest of the Nile[a](E) was the revenue of Tyre,(F)
    and she became the marketplace of the nations.

Be ashamed, Sidon,(G) and you fortress of the sea,
    for the sea has spoken:
“I have neither been in labor nor given birth;(H)
    I have neither reared sons nor brought up daughters.”

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 23:3 Masoretic Text; Dead Sea Scrolls Sidon, / who cross over the sea; / your envoys are on the great waters. / The grain of the Shihor, / the harvest of the Nile,