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The common-land will shake at the sound of the cry of your pilots.
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"All who handle the oar, The mariners, All the pilots of the sea Will come down from their ships and stand on the shore.
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They will make their voice heard because of you; They will cry bitterly and cast dust on their heads; They will roll about in ashes;
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They will shave themselves completely bald because of you, Gird themselves with sackcloth, And weep for you With bitterness of heart and bitter wailing.
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In their wailing for you They will take up a lamentation, And lament for you: 'What city is like Tyre, Destroyed in the midst of the sea?
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'When your wares went out by sea, You satisfied many people; You enriched the kings of the earth With your many luxury goods and your merchandise.
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But you are broken by the seas in the depths of the waters; Your merchandise and the entire company will fall in your midst.
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All the inhabitants of the isles will be astonished at you; Their kings will be greatly afraid, And their countenance will be troubled.
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The merchants among the peoples will hiss at you; You will become a horror, and be no more forever.' " ' "