1 And the word of the Lord came to me, saying:
2 "You, therefore, son of man, take up a lamentation over Tyre.
3 And you shall say to Tyre, which lives at the entrance to the sea, which is the marketplace of the peoples for the many islands: Thus says the Lord God: O Tyre, you have said, 'I am of perfect beauty,
4 for I have been positioned at the heart of the sea!' Your neighbors, who built you, have filled up your beauty.
5 They constructed you with spruce from Senir, with all the planks of the sea. They have taken cedars from Lebanon, so that they might make a mast for you.
6 They have formed your oars from the oaks of Bashan. And they have made your crossbeams from Indian ivory, and the pilothouse is from the islands of Italy.