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Cross ye over to Tarshish; howl, ye inhabitants of the ee (isle, island).

Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days? Her own raglayim shall carry her afar off to sojourn.

Who hath devised this against Tzor, the crowning city, whose sokharim (merchants) are sarim (princes), whose traders are the nikhbadei Eretz (honored of the Earth).

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