Ezekiel 27:1-7

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

2Now, thou son of man, take up a lamentation for Tyre;

3And say unto Tyre, O thou that art situate at the entry of the sea, which art a merchant of the people for many isles, Thus saith the Lord Yhwh; O Tyre, thou hast said, I am of perfect beauty.1

4Thy borders are in the midst of the seas, thy builders have perfected thy beauty.2

5They have made all thy ship boards of fir trees of Senir: they have taken cedars from Lebanon to make masts for thee.3

6Of the oaks of Bashan have they made thine oars; the company of the Ashurites have made thy benches of ivory, brought out of the isles of Chittim.45

7Fine linen with broidered work from Egypt was that which thou spreadest forth to be thy sail; blue and purple from the isles of Elishah was that which covered thee.6