The identical opening cry, repeated here to close the oracle it opened.
The burden of Tyre. Howl, you ships of Tarshish! For it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in. From the land of Kittim it is revealed to them.
Howl, you ships of Tarshish, for your stronghold is laid waste!
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