1 And the word of the Lord came to me, saying:
2 Thou therefore, O son of man, take up a lamentation for Tyre:
3 And say to Tyre that dwelleth at the entry of the sea, being the mart of the people for many islands: Thus saith the Lord God: O Tyre, thou hast said: I am of perfect beauty,
4 And situate in the heart of the sea. Thy neighbours, that built thee, have perfected thy beauty:
5 With fir trees of Sanir they have built thee with all sea planks: they have taken cedars from Libanus to make thee masts.