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13 I will silence the music of your songs;
    the sound of your lyres will no longer be heard.
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?

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