Then this message came to me from the LORD :
“Son of man, sing a funeral song for Tyre,
that mighty gateway to the sea, the trading center of the world. Give Tyre this message from the Sovereign LORD : “You boasted, O Tyre, ‘My beauty is perfect!’
You extended your boundaries into the sea. Your builders made your beauty perfect.
You were like a great ship built of the finest cypress from Senir. They took a cedar from Lebanon to make a mast for you.
They carved your oars from the oaks of Bashan. Your deck of pine from the coasts of Cyprus was inlaid with ivory.
Your sails were made of Egypt’s finest linen, and they flew as a banner above you. You stood beneath blue and purple awnings made bright with dyes from the coasts of Elishah.