2You, son of man, take up a lamentation over Tyre;
3and tell Tyre, you who dwell at the entry of the sea, who are the merchant of the peoples to many isles, thus says the Lord Yahweh: You, Tyre, have said, I am perfect in beauty.
4Your borders are in the heart of the seas; your builders have perfected your beauty.
5They have made all your planks of fir-trees from Senir; they have taken a cedar from Lebanon to make a mast for you.
6Of the oaks of Bashan have they made your oars; they have made your benches of ivory inlaid in boxwood, from the isles of Kittim.
7Of fine linen with embroidered work from Egypt was your sail, that it might be to you for an ensign; blue and purple from the isles of Elishah was your awning.
