and say unto Tyre, O thou that dwellest at the entry of the sea, that art the merchant of the peoples unto many isles, thus saith the Lord Jehovah: Thou, O Tyre, hast said, I am perfect in beauty.
And thou schalt seie to Tire, þat dwellith in þe entryng of þe see, to þe marchaundie of puplis to many ilis, Þe Lord God seith þese thingis, O! Tire, thou seidist, Y am of perfit fairnesse,