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- Cross over to Tarshish; wail, you people of the island.
- Is this your city of revelry, the old, old city, whose feet have taken her to settle in far-off lands?
- Who planned this against Tyre, the bestower of crowns, whose merchants are princes, whose traders are renowned in the earth?
- The LORD Almighty planned it, to bring low the pride of all glory and to humble all who are renowned on the earth.
- Till your land as along the Nile, O Daughter of Tarshish, for you no longer have a harbor.
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