1 The word of the Lord came again unto me, saying,
2 Now, thou son of man, raise up lamentations upon Tyre.
3 And say unto Tyre, O thou that dwelleth at the ports of the sea, who art a merchant of the people for many isles, Thus hath the Lord GOD said; O Tyre, thou hast said, I am of perfect beauty.
4 In the heart of the seas are thy border; thy builders have completed thy beauty.
5 They have made all thy ship boards of fir trees of Senir; they have taken cedars from Lebanon to make masts for thee.
6 Of the oaks of Bashan they have made thine oars; the company of the Ashurites have made thy benches of ivory, brought out of the isles of Chittim.
7 Of fine linen with broidered work from Egypt was thy curtain, that it might serve to be thy sail; {Heb. banner}; of blue and purple from the isles of Elishah was thy pavilion.