Ezekiel 27:1-9, 12-14, 19

GOD’s Message came to me: “You, son of man, raise a funeral song over Tyre. Tell Tyre, gateway to the sea, merchant to the world, trader among the far-off islands, ‘This is what GOD, the Master, says: “‘You boast, Tyre: “I’m the perfect ship—stately, handsome.” You ruled the high seas from a real beauty, crafted to perfection. Your planking came from Mount Hermon junipers. A Lebanon cedar supplied your mast. They made your oars from sturdy Bashan oaks. Cypress from Cyprus inlaid with ivory was used for the decks. Your sail and flag were of colorful embroidered linen from Egypt. Your purple deck awnings also came from Cyprus. Men of Sidon and Arvad pulled the oars. Your seasoned seamen, O Tyre, were the crew. Ship’s carpenters were old salts from Byblos. All the ships of the sea and their sailors clustered around you to barter for your goods.

“‘Tarshish carried on business with you because of your great wealth. They worked for you, trading in silver, iron, tin, and lead for your products. “‘Greece, Tubal, and Meshech did business with you, trading slaves and bronze for your products. “‘Beth-togarmah traded work horses, war horses, and mules for your products.

“‘Danites and Greeks from Uzal traded with you, using wrought iron, cinnamon, and spices.