A Lament Over Tyre

1 The word of the LORD came to me:
2 “Son of man, take up a lament concerning Tyre.
3 Say to Tyre, situated at the gateway to the sea, merchant of peoples on many coasts, ‘This is what the Sovereign LORD says: “ ‘You say, Tyre, “I am perfect in beauty.”
4 Your domain was on the high seas; your builders brought your beauty to perfection.
5 They made all your timbers of juniper from Senira ; they took a cedar from Lebanon to make a mast for you.
6 Of oaks from Bashan they made your oars; of cypress woodb from the coasts of Cyprus they made your deck, adorned with ivory.
7 Fine embroidered linen from Egypt was your sail and served as your banner; your awnings were of blue and purple from the coasts of Elishah.
8 Men of Sidon and Arvad were your oarsmen; your skilled men, Tyre, were aboard as your sailors.
9 Veteran craftsmen of Byblos were on board as shipwrights to caulk your seams. All the ships of the sea and their sailors came alongside to trade for your wares.