AB - Ezekiel - 19

19:1  Moreover do you take up a lamentation for the prince of Israel,

19:2  and say, Why has your mother become a whelp in the midst of lions? In the midst of lions she has multiplied her whelps.

19:3  And one of her whelps sprang forth; he became a lion, and learned to take prey, he devoured men.

19:4  And the nations heard a report of him; he was caught in their pit, and they brought him into the land of Egypt in chains.

19:5  And she saw that he was driven away from her, and her hope for him perished, and she took another of her whelps; she made him a lion.

19:6  And he went up and down in the midst of lions, he became a lion, and learned to take prey, he devoured men.

19:7  And he prowled in his boldness and laid waste their cities, and made the land desolate, and the fullness of it, by the voice of his roaring.

19:8  Then the nations set upon him from the countries round about, and they spread their nets upon him; he was taken in their pit.

19:9  And they put him in chains and in a cage, and he came to the king of Babylon; and he cast him into prison, that his voice should not be heard on the mountains of Israel.

19:10  Your mother was as a vine and as a blossom on a pomegranate tree, planted by water; her fruit and her shoot abounded by reason of much water.

19:11  And she became a rod for a tribe of princes, and was elevated in her bulk in the midst of other trees, and she saw her bulk in the multitude of her branches.

19:12  But she was broken down in wrath, she was cast upon the ground, and the east wind dried up her choice branches; vengeance came upon them, and the rod of her strength was withered; fire consumed it.

19:13  And now they have planted her in the wilderness, in a dry land.

19:14  And fire has gone out of a rod of her choice boughs, and has devoured her; and there was no rod of strength in her. Her race has become a parable of lamentation, and it shall be for a lamentation.