2 “You, son of man, lift up a lament for Tyre.
3 Say to Tyre, dwelling at the entrance of the sea, the merchant to the people of many coastlands, thus says Adonai Elohim: ‘Tyre, you said: “I am perfect in beauty!’
4 Your borders are in the heart of the seas, your builders perfected your beauty.
5 All your planks have been fashioned from cypress trees of Senir. They took a cedar from Lebanon to make a mast for you.
6 They made your oars from Bashan’s oaks. Of boxwood from the islands of Kittim they made your decks, inlaid with ivory.
7 Fine Egyptian linen was your sail, serving as a banner for you. Your awning was blue and purple from the coasts of Elishah.
8 The inhabitants of Sidon and Arvad were your rowers. Your skilled men, Tyre, were on you —they were your sailors.