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13 (A) You will have no reason to sing or play music on harps, 14 because I will turn you into a bare rock where fishermen can dry their nets. And you will never rebuild your city. I, the Lord God, make this promise.

15 The people of the nations up and down the coast will shudder when they hear your screams and moans of death.

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13 I will put an end(A) to your noisy songs,(B) and the music of your harps(C) will be heard no more.(D) 14 I will make you a bare rock, and you will become a place to spread fishnets. You will never be rebuilt,(E) for I the Lord have spoken, declares the Sovereign Lord.

15 “This is what the Sovereign Lord says to Tyre: Will not the coastlands(F) tremble(G) at the sound of your fall, when the wounded groan(H) and the slaughter takes place in you?

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