Ezekiel

¹The word of the Lord came again unto me, saying, ²And thou, son of man, take up a lamentation for Tyre; ³and say unto Tyre, O thou that dwellest at the entry of the sea, which art the merchant of the peoples unto many isles, thus saith the Lord GOD Thou, O Tyre, hast said, I am perfect in beauty. ⁴Thy borders are in the heart of the seas, thy builders have perfected thy beauty. ⁵They have made all thy planks of fir trees from Senir: they have taken cedars from Lebanon to make a mast for thee. ⁶Of the oaks of Bashan have they made thine oars; they have made thy benches of ivory inlaid in boxwood, from the isles of Kittim.