Ezekiel 27:1-7

1The Lord spoke his word to me. He said,

2“Son of man, sing a funeral song about Tyre.

3Tyre is the city at the entrance to the sea. It is the merchant to the nations. Say to Tyre, ‘This is what the Almighty Lord says: Tyre, you used to brag about your perfect beauty.

4Your home is the sea. “ ‘Your builders made your beauty perfect.

5Your builders made all your boards from pine trees on Mount Hermon. They took cedar trees from Lebanon to make a mast for you.

6They made your oars from oaks in Bashan. They made your deck from pine trees on the shores of Cyprus. It had ivory set in it.

7Your sails were made out of fine embroidered linen from Egypt. They were like your flags. Your awnings were violet and purple. They came from the coasts of Elishah.