1 The Lord said to me,
2 “Mortal man, sing a funeral song for Tyre,
3 that city which stands at the edge of the sea and does business with the people living on every seacoast. Tell her what the Sovereign Lord is saying:“Tyre, you boasted of your perfect beauty.
4 Your home is the sea.Your builders made you like a beautiful ship;
5 They used fir trees from Mount Hermon for timberAnd a cedar from Lebanon for your mast.