1 The word of the Lord came to me:
2 “Now you, son of man, raise a lamentation over Tyre,
3 and say to Tyre, who dwells at the entrances to the sea, merchant of the peoples to many coastlands, thus says the Lord God:“O Tyre, you have said,‘I am perfect in beauty.’
4 Your borders are in the heart of the seas;your builders made perfect your beauty.
5 They made all your planksof fir trees from Senir;they took a cedar from Lebanonto make a mast for you.
6 Of oaks of Bashanthey made your oars;they made your deck of pinesfrom the coasts of Cyprus,inlaid with ivory.