1 And the word of Jehovah came unto me, saying:
2 And thou, son of man, take up a lamentation for Tyre,
3 and say unto Tyre: O thou that art situate at the entries of the sea, and traffickest with the peoples in many isles, thus saith the Lord Jehovah: Thou, 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 made all thy double boards of cypress-trees of Senir; they took cedars from Lebanon to make masts for thee.
6 Of the oaks of Bashan did they make thine oars; they made thy benches of ivory, inlaid in box-wood, out of the isles of Chittim.
7 Byssus with broidered work from Egypt was thy sail, to serve thee for a banner; blue and purple from the isles of Elishah was thine awning.