Ezekiel 27:1-7

1The word of the LORD came again to me, saying,

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

3And say to Tyre, O thou that dwelleth at the entrance of the sea, which art a merchant of the people for many isles, Thus saith the Lord GOD; 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 planks 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 thy oars; the company of the Ashurites have made thy benches of ivory, brought out of the isles of Chittim.45

7Fine linen with embroidered 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