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 Senir; they took a cedar from Lebanon to make a mast for you. ⁶ Of oaks from Bashan they made your oars; of cypress wood 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.