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EZEKIEL
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Chapter 19
Ezek Rotherha 19:1  Thou. therefore take up a dirge, for the prince of Israel;
Ezek Rotherha 19:2  and thou shalt say— How was thy mother a lioness, Between lions, she lay down,- In the midst of young lions, She nourished her whelps;
Ezek Rotherha 19:3  And she reared up one of her whelps— A young lion, he became, And he learned to rend prey. Men, he devoured.
Ezek Rotherha 19:4  Then nations heard of him. In their pit, was he caught,— So they brought him with hooks. Into the land of Egypt.
Ezek Rotherha 19:5  And she saw she had waited Lost was her hope, Then took she another of her whelps. A young lion, she made him.
Ezek Rotherha 19:6  Yea he went to and fro amidst lions A young lion, he became,- And he learned to rend prey. Men, he devoured;
Ezek Rotherha 19:7  And he injured his widows, And their cities, laid waste,- And deserted was the land and its fulness, At the noise of his roaring.
Ezek Rotherha 19:8  Then set upon him the nations round about. From the provinces,- And spread over him their net In their pit, was he caught;
Ezek Rotherha 19:9  And they put him in a cage with hooks, And brought him to Babylon’s king,— They brought him into strong-holds, That his noise might be heard no more Among the mountains of Israel.
Ezek Rotherha 19:10  Thy mother [was] like a vine of thy vineyard, By waters, was planted,— Fruitful and full of branches, she became By reason of waters abundant;
Ezek Rotherha 19:11  And they served her as staves of power For the sceptres of rulers, And high became the stature thereof With its interwoven foliage,- And it was seen by its height, By its multitude of branches.
Ezek Rotherha 19:12  Then was she uprooted in indignation To the ground, was she cast, And an east wind, dried up her fruit,—Broken off and withered were her staves of power, A fire, devoured them.
Ezek Rotherha 19:13  Now, therefore, is she planted in a desert, -In a land parched and dry;
Ezek Rotherha 19:14  And there hath gone forth a fire out of her staves of rods. Her fruit, hath it devoured, And there is in her no staff of power. As a sceptre to bear rule. A dirge, it is, and hath been made a dirge.