1 The word of the Lord came to me:
2 ‘Son of man, take up a lament concerning Tyre.
3 Say to Tyre, situated at the gateway to the sea, merchant of peoples on many coasts, “This is what the Sovereign Lord says:‘ “You say, Tyre,‘I am perfect in beauty.’
4 Your domain was on the high seas;your builders brought your beauty to perfection.
5 They made all your timbersof juniper from Senir;they took a cedar from Lebanonto make a mast for you.