They will roll about in ashes;
They will shave themselves completely
bald because of you.
Gird themselves with sackcloth,
And weep for you
With bitterness for you
They will take up a lamentation,
And lament for you:
'What city is like Tyre,
Destroyed in the midst of the sea?'
A collision at sea will ruin your entire day.
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