Ezekiel 27:1-9

1 The word of the Lord came to me:
2 Now you, mortal, raise a lamentation over Tyre,
3 and say to Tyre, which sits at the entrance to the sea, merchant of the peoples on many coastlands, Thus says the Lord God: O Tyre, you have said, "I am perfect in beauty."
4 Your borders are in the heart of the seas; your builders made perfect your beauty.
5 They made all your planks of fir trees from Senir; they took a cedar from Lebanon to make a mast for you.
6 From oaks of Bashan they made your oars; they made your deck of pines from the coasts of Cyprus, inlaid with ivory.
7 Of fine embroidered linen from Egypt was your sail, serving as your ensign; blue and purple from the coasts of Elishah was your awning.
8 The inhabitants of Sidon and Arvad were your rowers; skilled men of Zemer were within you, they were your pilots.
9 The elders of Gebal and its artisans were within you, caulking your seams; all the ships of the sea with their mariners were within you, to barter for your wares.

Footnotes 2

  • [a]. Or [boxwood]
  • [b]. Cn Compare Gen 10.18: Heb [your skilled men, O Tyre]
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