Ezekiel 27:1-7

1The word of Jehovah came again unto me, saying,

2And thou, son of man, take up a lamentation over Tyre;

3and say unto Tyre, O thou that dwellest at the entry of the sea, that art the merchant of the peoples unto many isles, thus saith the Lord Jehovah: Thou, O Tyre, hast said, I am perfect in beauty.

4Thy borders are in the heart of the seas; thy builders have perfected thy beauty.

5They have made all thy planks of fir-trees from Senir; they have taken a cedar from Lebanon to make a mast for thee.

6Of the oaks of Bashan have they made thine oars; they have made thy benches of ivory inlaid in boxwood, from the isles of Kittim.

7Of fine linen with broidered work from Egypt was thy sail, that it might be to thee for an ensign; blue and purple from the isles of Elishah was thine awning.