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.
6 They took oak trees from Bashan to make oars;They made your deck out of pine from CyprusAnd inlaid it with ivory.
7 Your sails were made of linen,Embroidered linen from Egypt,Easily recognized from afar.Your awnings were made of finest cloth,Of purple from the island of Cyprus.