1. The word of Jehovah came again unto me, saying,
2. And thou, son of man, take up a lamentation over Tyre;
3. and say unto Tyre, O thou that dwellest at the entry of the sea, that art the merchant of the peoples unto many isles, thus saith the Lord Jehovah: Thou, O Tyre, hast said, I am perfect in beauty.
4. Thy borders are in the heart of the seas; thy builders have perfected thy beauty.
5. They have made all thy planks of fir-trees from Senir; they have taken a cedar from Lebanon to make a mast for thee.
6. Of the oaks of Bashan have they made thine oars; they have made thy benches of ivory inlaid in boxwood, from the isles of Kittim.