[1] The word of the LORD came again unto me, saying, [2] Now, thou son of man, take up a lamentation for Tyrus; [3] And say unto Tyrus, O thou that art situate of the sea, which art a merchant of the people for many isles, Thus saith the Lord O Tyrus, thou hast said, I am of perfect beauty. [4] Thy borders are in the midst of the seas, thy builders have perfected thy beauty. [5] They have made all thy ship boards of fir trees of Senir: they have taken cedars from Lebanon to make masts for thee. [6] 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.