1. The word of the Lord came again unto me, saying,
2. And thou, son of man, take up a lamentation for Tyre;
3. and say unto Tyre, O thou that dwellest at the entry of the sea, which art the merchant of the peoples unto many isles, thus saith the Lord GOD Thou, O Tyre, hast said, I am perfect in beauty.
4. Thy borders are in the heart of the seas, thy builders have perfected thy beauty.
5. They have made all thy planks of fir trees from Senir: they have taken cedars from Lebanon to make a mast for thee.
6. Of the oaks of Bashan have they made thine oars; they have made thy benches of ivory inlaid in boxwood, from the isles of Kittim.
7. Of fine linen with broidered work from Egypt was thy sail, that it might be to thee for an ensign; blue and purple from the isles of Elishah was thine awning.
8. The inhabitants of Zidon and Arvad were thy rowers: thy wise men, O Tyre, were in thee, they were thy pilots.