A single funeral song stretches across all 36 verses of Ezekiel 27, picturing Tyre as an elaborately built ship of cedar, cypress, and fine linen before the sea claims it entirely.
Full sung version coming soon.
Lyrics
Take up a lamentation over Tyre Tell Tyre you dwell at the entry of the sea The merchant of the peoples to many islands You have said I am perfect in beauty
Your borders are in the heart of the seas Your builders have perfected your beauty Your planks of cypress trees your mast of cedar Your oars of the oaks of Bashan
Your sail was of fine linen embroidered work from Egypt Blue and purple from the islands was your awning Inhabitants of Sidon and Arvad your rowers Your wise men in you were your pilots
Tarshish was your merchant by reason of the multitude They traded for your wares with silver iron tin and lead Javan Tubal and Meshech were your traders Many islands were the market of your hand
Arabia and the princes of Kedar your favourite dealers The traders of Sheba and Raamah your traders The ships of Tarshish your caravans for your merchandise You were replenished made very glorious in the heart of the seas
Your rowers brought you into great waters The east wind has broken you in the heart of the seas Your riches your wares your merchandise Your mariners your pilots your men of war
Will fall into the heart of the seas in the day of your ruin All who handle the oars the mariners and all the pilots Will come down from their ships stand on the land Cause their voice to be heard over you cry bitterly
Cast up dust on their heads wallow in the ashes Say to themselves oh Tyre that was inhabited from the seas How you are destroyed inhabited by seafaring men The renowned city who was strong in the sea
The islands will tremble in the day of your fall All those who know you amongst the peoples will be astonished You have become a terror and will exist no more
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Ezekiel 27 sung by Psalm Selah. The whole Bible, one chapter at a time.