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13 And I will make the multitude of thy songs to cease, and the sound of thy harps shall be heard no more.

14 And I will make thee like a naked rock, thou shalt be a drying place for nets, neither shalt thou be built any more: for I have spoken it, saith. the Lord God.

15 Thus saith the Lord God to Tyre: Shall not the islands shake at the sound of thy fall, and the groans of thy slain when they shall be killed in the midst of thee?

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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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