Ezekiel 27:1-7

1The word of the Lord came to me:

2"Now you, son of man, raise a lamentation over Tyre,

3and say to Tyre, who dwells at the entrances to the sea, merchant of the peoples to many coastlands, thus says the Lord God: "O Tyre, you have said, 'I am perfect in beauty.'

4Your borders are in the heart of the seas; your builders made perfect your beauty.

5They made all your planks of fir trees from Senir; they took a cedar from Lebanon to make a mast for you.

6Of oaks of Bashan they made your oars; they made your deck of pines from the coasts of Cyprus, inlaid with ivory.

7Of fine embroidered linen from Egypt was your sail, serving as your banner; blue and purple from the coasts of Elishah was your awning.