Son of man, wail, in a gloomy, sorrowful grave-song, for the multitude of Egypt, the inhabitants of the country with all their pomp, pride, and tumult, and cast them down, even her, and the daughters of the famous nations, the various glorious heathen peoples of former times, whose evil fate had already overtaken them, unto the nether parts of the earth, with them that go down into the pit, those who were even then in the realm of the dead.

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