1 The word of the Lord came to me:
2 You, son of man, raise a lament over Tyre,
3 and say to Tyre, who sits at the entrance to the sea, trader to peoples on many coastlands, Thus says the Lord God:Tyre, you said, “I am a ship,perfect in beauty;
4 In the heart of the sea was your territory;your builders perfected your beauty.
5 With juniper wood from Senirthey built all your decks;A cedar from Lebanon they tookto make you a mast.
6 With oaks of Bashanthey fashioned your oars,Your bridge, of ivory-inlaid cypress woodfrom the coasts of Kittim.
7 Fine embroidered linen from Egyptbecame your sail;Your awnings were made of purple and scarletfrom the coasts of Elishah.