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Ezekiel Chapter 27
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The word/'doctrinal communication' {dabar} of Jehovah/God
And
say unto Tyrus, 'O Tyrus, you have said, I am of perfect beauty. 4
Your
borders are in the midst of the seas, They have made all your ship boards of fir trees of Senir. They have taken cedars from Lebanon to make masts for you all. 6
Of
the oaks of Bashan
The
company of the Ashurites
Fine
linen with broidered work from Egypt
Blue
and purple from the isles of Elishah
The
inhabitants of Zidon and Arvad
Your
wise men, O Tyrus,
The
ancients of Gebal
All
the ships of the sea with their mariners were in you
Those
of Persia and of Lud and of Phut They hanged the shield and helmet in you. They set forth your comeliness. 11
The
men of Arvad They hanged their shields upon your walls round about. They have made your beauty perfect. 12
Tarshish
was your merchant With silver, iron, tin, and lead, they traded in your fairs. 13
Javan,
Tubal, and Meshech,
They
traded the persons of men and vessels of brass
They
of the house of Togarmah The men of Dedan were your merchants. Many isles were the merchandise of your hand. They brought you for a present horns of ivory and ebony. 16
Syria
was your merchant by reason of the multitude
They
occupied in your fairs with emeralds,
Judah,
and the land of Israel,
They
traded in your market
Damascus
was your merchant in the multitude Dan also and Javan going to and fro occupied in your fairs. Bright iron, cassia, and calamus, were in your market. 20 Dedan was your merchant in precious clothes for chariots. 21
Arabia,
and all the princes of Kedar, In these were they your merchants. 22
The
merchants of Sheba and Raamah,
They
occupied in your fairs with chief of all spices,
Haran,
and Canneh, and Eden,
These
were your merchants in all sorts of things, The ships of Tarshish did sing of you in your market.
And
you were replenished, Your rowers have brought you into great waters. The east wind has broken you in the midst of the seas. 27
Your
riches, and your fairs, your merchandise, The suburbs shall shake at the sound of the cry of your pilots. 29
And
all who handle the oar,
And
shall cause their voice to be heard against you,
And
they shall make themselves utterly bald for you,
And
in their wailing
When
your wares went forth out of the seas,
You
did enrich the kings of the earth
In
the time when you shall be broken
All
the inhabitants of the isles The merchants among the people shall hiss at you. You shall be a terror, and never shall be any more."
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