Ezekiel 27:1-8

The word of the LORD came again unto me, saying, Now, thou son of man, take up a lamentation for Tyrus; And say unto Tyrus, O thou that art situate at the entry of the sea, {which art} a merchant of the people for many isles, Thus saith the Lord GOD; O Tyrus, thou hast said, I {am} of perfect beauty. {of perfect...: Heb. perfect of beauty} Thy borders {are} in the midst of the seas, thy builders have perfected thy beauty. {midst: Heb. heart} They have made all thy {ship} boards of fir trees of Senir: they have taken cedars from Lebanon to make masts for thee. {made: Heb. built} {Of} the oaks of Bashan have they made thine oars; the company of the Ashurites have made thy benches {of} ivory, {brought} out of the isles of Chittim. {the company...: or, they have made thy hatches of ivory well trodden} {company: Heb. daughter} Fine linen with broidered 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. {blue...: or, purple and scarlet} The inhabitants of Zidon and Arvad were thy mariners: thy wise {men}, O Tyrus, {that} were in thee, were thy pilots.