1 The Lord’s word came to me:
2 You, human one, sing a lament for Tyre.
3 Say this about Tyre, who sits enthroned at the entrance to the sea, the people’s agent for trade throughout the coastlands. The Lord God proclaims:Tyre, you say,"I’m perfectly beautiful!"
4 But your territory is in the depths of the sea,and it’s your builders who made you beautiful.
5 For you they made your deck of cypress from Senir.To make your mast, they took cedar from Lebanon.