1-5. God’s Message came to me, “Son of man, tell the prince of Tyre, ‘This is what God, the Master, says:“‘Your heart is proud,going around saying, “I’m a god.I sit on God’s divine throne,ruling the sea”—You, a mere mortal,not even close to being a god,A mere mortaltrying to be a god.Look, you think you’re smarter than Daniel.No enigmas can stump you.Your sharp intelligencemade you world-wealthy.You piled up gold and silverin your banks.You used your head well,worked good deals, made a lot of money.But the money has gone to your head,swelled your head—what a big head!
6-11. “‘Therefore, God, the Master, says:“‘Because you’re acting like a god,pretending to be a god,I’m giving fair warning: I’m bringing strangers down on you,the most vicious of all nations.They’ll pull their swords and make hashof your reputation for knowing it all.They’ll puncture the balloonof your god-pretensions.They’ll bring you down from your self-made pedestaland bury you in the deep blue sea.Will you protest to your assassins,“You can’t do that! I’m a god”?To them you’re a mere mortal.They’re killing a man, not a god.You’ll die like a stray dog,killed by strangers—Because I said so.Decree of God, the Master.’”
11-19. God’s Message came to me: “Son of man, raise a funeral song over the king of Tyre. Tell him, A Message from God, the Master:“You had everything going for you.You were in Eden, God’s garden.You were dressed in splendor,your robe studded with jewels:Carnelian, peridot, and moonstone,beryl, onyx, and jasper,Sapphire, turquoise, and emerald,all in settings of engraved gold.A robe was prepared for youthe same day you were created.You were the anointed cherub.I placed you on the mountain of God.You strolled in magnificenceamong the stones of fire.From the day of your creationyou were sheer perfection . . .and then imperfection—evil!—was detected in you.In much buying and sellingyou turned violent, you sinned!I threw you, disgraced, off the mountain of God.I threw you out—you, the anointed angel-cherub.No more strolling among the gems of fire for you!Your beauty went to your head.You corrupted wisdomby using it to get worldly fame.I threw you to the ground,sent you sprawling before an audience of kingsand let them gloat over your demise.By sin after sin after sin,by your corrupt ways of doing business,you defiled your holy places of worship.So I set a fire around and within you.It burned you up. I reduced you to ashes.All anyone sees nowwhen they look for you is ashes,a pitiful mound of ashes.All who once knew younow throw up their hands:‘This can’t have happened!This has happened!’”