Ezekiel19

¹“As for you, take up a song of mourning for the leaders of Israel

²and say, ‘What was your mother? A lioness among lions! She lay down among young lions, She raised her cubs.

³When she brought up one of her cubs, He became a young lion, And he learned to tear his prey; He devoured people.

⁴Then nations heard about him; He was caught in their trap, And they brought him with hooks To the land of Egypt.

⁵When she saw, as she waited, That her hope was lost, She took another of her cubs And made him a young lion.

⁶And he walked about among the lions, He became a young lion; He learned to tear his prey; He devoured people.

⁷He destroyed their palaces And laid waste their cities; And the land and its fullness were appalled Because of the sound of his roaring.

⁸Then nations set against him On every side from their provinces, And they spread their net over him; He was caught in their trap.

⁹They put him in a wooden collar with hooks And brought him to the king of Babylon; They brought him in hunting nets So that his voice would no longer be heard On the mountains of Israel.

¹⁰Your mother was like a vine in your vineyard, Planted by the waters; It was fruitful and thick with branches Because of abundant waters.

¹¹And it had strong stems fit for scepters of rulers, And its height was raised above the clouds So that it was seen in its height with the mass of its branches.

¹²But it was uprooted in fury; It was thrown down to the ground; And the east wind dried up its fruit. Its strong stem was torn out So that it withered; The fire consumed it.

¹³And now it is planted in the wilderness, In a dry and thirsty land.

¹⁴And fire has gone out from its stem; It has consumed its shoots and fruit, So that there is no strong stem in it, A scepter to rule.’” This is a song of mourning, and has become a song of mourning.