1  And the word of Jehovah came unto me, saying: 2  And thou, son of man, take up a lamentation for Tyre, 3  and say unto Tyre: O thou that art situate at the entries of the sea, and traffickest with the peoples in many isles, thus saith the Lord Jehovah: Thou, 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 made all thy double boards of cypress-trees of Senir; they took cedars from Lebanon to make masts for thee. 6  Of the oaks of Bashan did they make thine oars; they made thy benches of ivory, inlaid in box-wood, out of the isles of Chittim. 7  Byssus with broidered work from Egypt was thy sail, to serve thee for a banner; blue and purple from the isles of Elishah was thine awning. 8  The inhabitants of Zidon and Arvad were thy rowers; thy wise men, O Tyre, who were in thee, were thy pilots. 9  The elders of Gebal and the wise men thereof were in thee repairing thy leaks; all the ships of the sea with their mariners were in thee, to barter with thee.