2 Now, you son of man, take up a lamentation for Tyre;
3 And say unto Tyre, O you that are situated at the entrance of the sea, which are a merchant of the people for many coastlands, Thus says the Lord GOD; O Tyre, you have said, I am of perfect beauty.
4 Your borders are in the midst of the seas, your builders have perfected your beauty.
5 They have made all your ship planks of fir trees of Senir: they have taken cedars from Lebanon to make masts for you.
6 Of the oaks of Bashan have they made your oars; the company of Ashurites have made your planks of inlaid ivory, brought out of the coasts of Kittim.
7 Fine linen with embroidered work from Egypt was that which you spread forth to be your sail; blue and purple from the coasts of Elishah was that which covered you.
8 The inhabitants of Sidon and Arvad were your mariners: your wise men, O Tyre, that were in you, were your pilots.