The word of the LORD came to me:
"Son of man, take up a lament1 concerning Tyre.
Say to Tyre,2 situated at the gateway to the sea,3 merchant of peoples on many coasts, 'This is what the Sovereign LORD says: " 'You say, O Tyre, "I am perfect in beauty.4"
Your domain was on the high seas; your builders brought your beauty to perfection.55
They made all your timbers of pine trees from Senira;6 they took a cedar from Lebanon7 to make a mast for you.
Of oaks8 from Bashan they made your oars; of cypress woodb from the coasts of Cyprusc9 they made your deck, inlaid with ivory.