Ezekiel is to lament over Tyre, which calls itself perfect in beauty and whose borders are in the heart of the seas. The prophet describes the ship: its planks are cypress from Senir, its mast cedar from Lebanon, its oars oak from Bashan, its deck ivory set in wood from Cyprus, its sails embroidered linen from Egypt. Sailors from Sidon and Arvad rowed it, and Tyre's own wise men were its pilots.
Then comes the trade: Tarshish, Javan, Tubal, Meshech, Judah and Israel, Damascus, Arabia and many more brought silver, iron, tin, horses, grain, wine, textiles and slaves. The whole ancient world is gathered in a list that shows the reach of Tyre's power. The ships of Tarshish were its caravans, and Tyre grew full of wealth in the heart of the seas.
But its rowers take it into deep waters and the east wind wrecks it in the middle of the sea. Its riches and its crew go down. The captains of other ships weep bitterly on the shore, cover themselves with dust and shave their heads. The merchants among the peoples hiss in astonishment, and Tyre becomes a terror, never to be again.