1. And the word of the Lord came to me, saying:
2. Thou therefore, O son of man, take up a lamentation for Tyre:
3. And say to Tyre that dwelleth at the entry of the sea, being the mart of the people for many islands: Thus saith the Lord God: O Tyre, thou hast said: I am of perfect beauty,
4. And situate in the heart of the sea. Thy neighbours, that built thee, have perfected thy beauty:
5. With fir trees of Sanir they have built thee with all sea planks: they have taken cedars from Libanus to make thee masts.
6. They have cut thy oars out of the oaks of Basan: and they have made thee benches of Indian ivory and cabins with things brought from the islands of Italy.