Ezekiel 27

¹The word of the Lord came to me again, saying,

²And you, son of man, make a song of grief for Tyre;

³And say to Tyre, O you who are seated at the doorway of the sea, trading for the peoples with the great sea-lands, these are the words of the Lord: You, O Tyre, have said, I am a ship completely beautiful.

⁴Your builders have made your outlines in the heart of the seas, they have made you completely beautiful.

⁵They have made all your boards of fir-trees from Senir: they have taken cedars from Lebanon to make the supports for your sails.

⁶Of oak-trees from Bashan they have made your driving blades; they have made your floors of ivory and boxwood from the sea-lands of Kittim.

⁷The best linen with needlework from Egypt was your sail, stretched out to be a flag for you; blue and purple from the sea-lands of Elishah gave you shade.

⁸The people of Zidon and Arvad were your boatmen; the wise men of Zemer were in you; they were guiding your ships;

⁹The responsible men of Gebal and its wise men were in you, making your boards watertight: all the ships of the sea with their seamen were in you trading in your goods.

¹⁰Cush and Lud and Put were in your army, your men of war, hanging up their body-covers and head-dresses of war in you: they gave you your glory.

¹¹The men of Arvad in your army were on your walls, and were watchmen in your towers, hanging up their arms on your walls round about; they made you completely beautiful.