27:1 The word of the Lord came to me:
27:2 “You, son of man, sing a lament for Tyre.
“‘O Tyre, you have said, “I am perfectly beautiful.”
27:4
your builders have perfected your beauty.
27:5 They crafted
they took a cedar from Lebanon to make your mast.
27:6 They made your oars from oaks of Bashan;
they made your deck
27:7 Fine linen from Egypt, woven with patterns, was used for your sail
to serve as your banner;
blue and purple from the coastlands of Elishah
27:8 The leaders
your skilled
27:9 The elders of Gebal
all the ships of the sea and their mariners were within you to trade for your merchandise.
27:10 Men of Persia, Lud,
They hung shield and helmet on you; they gave you your splendor.
27:11 The Arvadites
and the Gammadites
They hung their quivers
they perfected your beauty.
27:12 “‘Tarshish
“‘So you were filled and weighed down in the heart of the seas.
27:26 Your rowers have brought you into surging waters.
The east wind has wrecked you in the heart of the seas.
27:27 Your wealth, products, and merchandise, your sailors and captains,
your ship’s carpenters,
and all your fighting men within you,
along with all your crew who are in you,
will fall into the heart of the seas on the day of your downfall.
27:28 At the sound of your captains’ cry the waves will surge;
27:29 They will descend from their ships – all who handle the oar,
the sailors and all the sea captains – they will stand on the land.
27:30 They will lament loudly
They will throw dust on their heads and roll in the ashes;
27:31 they will tear out their hair because of you and put on sackcloth,
and they will weep bitterly over you with intense mourning.
27:32 As they wail they will lament over you, chanting:
“Who was like Tyre, like a tower
27:33 When your products went out from the seas,
you satisfied many peoples;
with the abundance of your wealth and merchandise
you enriched the kings of the earth.
27:34 Now you are wrecked by the seas, in the depths of the waters;
your merchandise and all your company have sunk
27:35 All the inhabitants of the coastlands are shocked at you,
and their kings are horribly afraid – their faces are troubled.