Ezekiel 27:1-7

1The word of the Lord came to me:

2“Now, son of man, lament for Tyre.

3Say to Tyre, who is situated at the entrance of the sea, merchant of the peoples to many coasts and islands, ‘This is what the Lord God says: Tyre, you declared, “I am perfect in beauty.”

4Your realm was in the heart of the sea; your builders perfected your beauty.

5They constructed all your planking with pine trees from Senir. They took a cedar from Lebanon to make a mast for you.

6They made your oars of oaks from Bashan. They made your deck of cypress wood from the coasts of Cyprus, inlaid with ivory.

7Your sail was made of fine embroidered linen from Egypt, and served as your banner. Your awning was of blue and purple fabric from the coasts of Elishah.