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The burden of Tyre . Howl, ye ships of Tarshish ; for it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in: from the land of Chittim it is revealed to them.
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Be still , ye inhabitants of the isle; thou whom the merchants of Zidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished.
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And by great waters the seed of Sihor, the harvest of the river, is her revenue; and she is a mart of nations.
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Be thou ashamed, O Zidon: for the sea hath spoken, even the strength of the sea, saying, I travail not, nor bring forth children, neither do I nourish up young men, nor bring up virgins.
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As at the report concerning Egypt , so shall they be sorely pained at the report of Tyre .
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Pass ye over to Tarshish ; howl, ye inhabitants of the isle.
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Is this your joyous city , whose antiquity is of ancient days? her own feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn.
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Who hath taken this counsel against Tyre , the crowning city , whose merchants are princes, whose traffickers are the honourable of the earth?
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The LORD of hosts hath purposed it, to stain the pride of all glory, and to bring into contempt all the honourable of the earth.
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Pass through thy land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish : there is no more strength .
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He stretched out his hand over the sea, he shook the kingdoms: the LORD hath given a commandment against the merchant city , to destroy the strong holds thereof.
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And he said, Thou shalt no more rejoice, O thou oppressed virgin, daughter of Zidon: arise, pass over to Chittim; there also shalt thou have no rest.
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Behold the land of the Chaldeans; this people was not, till the Assyrian founded it for them that dwell in the wilderness: they set up the towers thereof, they raised up the palaces thereof; and he brought it to ruin.
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Howl, ye ships of Tarshish : for your strength is laid waste.
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And it shall come to pass in that day, that Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, according to the days of one king: after the end of seventy years shall Tyre sing as an harlot.
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Take an harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered.
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And it shall come to pass after the end of seventy years, that the LORD will visit Tyre , and she shall turn to her hire, and shall commit fornication with all the kingdoms of the world upon the face of the earth.
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And her merchandise and her hire shall be holiness to the LORD: it shall not be treasured nor laid up; for her merchandise shall be for them that dwell before the LORD, to eat sufficiently, and for durable clothing.
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