1-9 God’s Message came to me: “You, son of man, raise a funeral song over Tyre. Tell Tyre, gateway to the sea, merchant to the world, trader among the far-off islands, ‘This is what God, the Master, says:“‘You boast, Tyre:“I’m the perfect ship—stately, handsome.”You ruled the high seas froma real beauty, crafted to perfection.Your planking came fromMount Hermon junipers.A Lebanon cedarsupplied your mast.They made your oarsfrom sturdy Bashan oaks.Cypress from Cyprus inlaid with ivorywas used for the decks.Your sail and flag were of colorfulembroidered linen from Egypt.Your purple deck awningsalso came from Cyprus.Men of Sidon and Arvad pulled the oars.Your seasoned seamen, O Tyre, were the crew.Ship’s carpenterswere old salts from Byblos.All the ships of the sea and their sailorsclustered around you to barter for your goods.
10-11 “‘Your army was composed of soldiersfrom Paras, Lud, and Put,Elite troops in uniformed splendor.They put you on the map!Your city police were imported fromArvad, Helech, and Gammad.They hung their shields from the city walls,a final, perfect touch to your beauty.
12 “‘Tarshish carried on business with you because of your great wealth. They worked for you, trading in silver, iron, tin, and lead for your products.
13 “‘Greece, Tubal, and Meshech did business with you, trading slaves and bronze for your products.