Ezekiel 27:1-9

1 The Lord said to me,
2 "Mortal man, sing a funeral song for Tyre,
3 that city which stands at the edge of the sea and does business with the people living on every seacoast. Tell her what the Sovereign Lord is saying: "Tyre, you boasted of your perfect beauty.
4 Your home is the sea. Your builders made you like a beautiful ship;
5 They used fir trees from Mount Hermon for timber And a cedar from Lebanon for your mast.
6 They took oak trees from Bashan to make oars; They made your deck out of pine from Cyprus And inlaid it with ivory.
7 Your sails were made of linen, Embroidered linen from Egypt, Easily recognized from afar. Your awnings were made of finest cloth, Of purple from the island of Cyprus.
8 Your oarsmen were from the cities of Sidon and Arvad. Your own skillful men were the sailors.
9 The ship's carpenters Were well-trained men from Byblos. Sailors from every seagoing ship Did business in your shops.