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A Message about Tyre
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# Chapter 23
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1. This message came to me concerning Tyre:
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Wail, you trading ships of Tarshish,
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for the harbor and houses of Tyre are gone!
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The rumors you heard in Cyprus
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are all true.
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2. Mourn in silence, you people of the coast
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and you merchants of Sidon.
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Your traders crossed the sea,
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3. sailing over deep waters.
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They brought you grain from Egypt
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and harvests from along the Nile.
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You were the marketplace of the world.
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4. But now you are put to shame, city of Sidon,
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for Tyre, the fortress of the sea, says,
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"Now I am childless;
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I have no sons or daughters."
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5. When Egypt hears the news about Tyre,
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there will be great sorrow.
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6. Send word now to Tarshish!
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Wail, you people who live in distant lands!
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7. Is this silent ruin all that is left of your once joyous city?
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What a long history was yours!
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Think of all the colonists you sent to distant places.
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8. Who has brought this disaster on Tyre,
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that great creator of kingdoms?
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Her traders were all princes,
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her merchants were nobles.
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9. The LORD of Heaven's Armies has done it
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to destroy your pride
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and bring low all earth's nobility.
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10. Come, people of Tarshish,
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sweep over the land like the flooding Nile,
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for Tyre is defenseless.
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11. The LORD held out his hand over the sea
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and shook the kingdoms of the earth.
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He has spoken out against Phoenicia,
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ordering that her fortresses be destroyed.
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12. He says, "Never again will you rejoice,
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O daughter of Sidon, for you have been crushed.
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Even if you flee to Cyprus,
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you will find no rest."
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13. Look at the land of Babylonia--
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the people of that land are gone!
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The Assyrians have handed Babylon over
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to the wild animals of the desert.
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They have built siege ramps against its walls,
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torn down its palaces,
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and turned it to a heap of rubble.
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14. Wail, you ships of Tarshish,
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for your harbor is destroyed!
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15. For seventy years, the length of a king's life, Tyre will be forgotten. But then the city will come back to life as in the song about the prostitute:
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16. Take a harp and walk the streets,
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you forgotten harlot.
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Make sweet melody and sing your songs
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so you will be remembered again.
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17. Yes, after seventy years the LORD will revive Tyre. But she will be no different than she was before. She will again be a prostitute to all kingdoms around the world.
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18. But in the end her profits will be given to the LORD. Her wealth will not be hoarded but will provide good food and fine clothing for the LORD's priests.
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