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13 And I have caused the noise of thy songs to cease, And the voice of thy harps is heard no more.

14 And I have given thee up for a clear place of a rock, A spreading-place of nets thou art, Thou art not built up any more, For I, Jehovah, I have spoken, An affirmation of the Lord Jehovah.

15 Thus said the Lord Jehovah to Tyre: Do not -- from the noise of thy fall, In the groaning of the wounded, In the slaying of the slaughter in thy midst, The isles shake?

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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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