O city! that art at the entrance of the sea,
Merchant of the nations in many islands,
Thus saith the Lord Jehovah:
Thou, O Tyre, sayest, I am mightiest (of cities)
Thy borders are in the sea;
Thy builders have made thee perfect in beauty,
They have made all thy planks of firs of Shenir,
They have fetched cedars from Lebanon to make thee masts,
They made thine oars of oak of Bashan;
Thy benches, inlaid with ivory,