Ezekiel 27:1-7

1The word of the Lord came to me:

2“You, son of man, sing a lament for Tyre.

3Say to Tyre, who sits at the entrance of the sea, merchant to the peoples on many coasts, ‘This is what the sovereign Lord says: “‘O Tyre, you have said, “I am perfectly beautiful.”

4Your borders are in the heart of the seas; your builders have perfected your beauty.

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

6They made your oars from oaks of Bashan; they made your deck with cypresses from the Kittean isles.

7Fine linen from Egypt, woven with patterns, was used for your sail to serve as your banner; blue and purple from the coastlands of Elishah was used for your deck’s awning.