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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. 17 Then they will raise a lament over you:

How you have perished, swept from the sea,
    O greatly renowned city!
You were once mighty on the sea,
    you and your inhabitants,
who used to spread terror
    on all the mainland.

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