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14 I will make Tyre a bare rock,
    a place where nets are spread to dry.
You shall never again be rebuilt,
    for I, the Lord, have spoken,
    says the Lord God.

15 Thus says the Lord God to Tyre: Will not the islands quake at the noise of your fall, amid the groaning of your wounded and the slaughter taking place in your midst? 16 Then all the princes of the sea will step down from their thrones, remove their robes, and take off their embroidered garments. Their bodies having been overcome with incessant trembling, they will sit on the ground, totally appalled at you.

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