The Lord spoke to me.
"Mortal man," he said, "tell the ruler of Tyre what I, the Sovereign Lord, am saying to him: Puffed up with pride, you claim to be a god. You say that like a god you sit on a throne, surrounded by the seas. You may pretend to be a god, but, no, you are mortal, not divine.
You think you are wiser than Danel, that no secret can be kept from you.
Your wisdom and skill made you rich with treasures of gold and silver.
You made clever business deals and kept on making profits. How proud you are of your wealth!
"Now then, this is what I, the Sovereign Lord, am saying: Because you think you are as wise as a god,
I will bring ruthless enemies to attack you. They will destroy all the beautiful things you have acquired by skill and wisdom.
They will kill you and send you to a watery grave.
When they come to kill you, will you still claim that you are a god? When you face your murderers, you will be mortal and not at all divine.
You will die like a dog at the hand of godless foreigners. I, the Sovereign Lord, have given the command."
The Lord spoke to me again.