1. The word of the Lord came again unto me, saying,
2. And thou, son of man, take up a lamentation for Tyre;
3. and say unto Tyre, O thou that dwellest at the entry of the sea, which art the merchant of the peoples unto many isles, thus saith the Lord GOD 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 cedars from Lebanon to make a mast for thee.