1. Yahweh’s word came again to me, saying,
2. You, son of man, take up a lamentation over Tyre;
3. and tell Tyre, you who dwell at the entry of the sea, who are the merchant of the peoples to many islands, thus says the Lord Yahweh: You, Tyre, have said, I am perfect in beauty.
4. Your borders are in the heart of the seas; your builders have perfected your beauty.
5. They have made all your planks of cypress trees from Senir; they have taken a cedar from Lebanon to make a mast for you.
6. Of the oaks of Bashan have they made your oars; they have made your benches of ivory inlaid in boxwood, from the islands of Kittim.
7. Your sail was of fine linen with embroidered work from Egypt, that it might be to you for a banner; blue and purple from the islands of Elishah was your awning.
8. The inhabitants of Sidon and Arvad were your rowers: your wise men, Tyre, were in you, they were your pilots.
9. The old men of Gebal and its wise men were your repairers of ship seams in you: all the ships of the sea with their mariners were in you to deal in your merchandise.