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Chapter 19

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As for you, son of man, raise a lamentation over the prince of Israel:

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¹ What a lioness was your mother, a lion of lions! Among young lions she couched to rear her whelps.

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One whelp she raised up, a young lion he became; He learned to seize prey, men he devoured.

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Then nations raised cries against him, in their pit he was caught; They took him away with hooks to the land of Egypt.

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Then she saw that in vain she had waited, her hope was destroyed. She took another of her whelps, him she made a young lion.

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He prowled among the lions, a young lion he became; He learned to seize prey, men he devoured;

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He ravaged their strongholds, their cities he wasted. The land and all in it were appalled at the noise of his roar.

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Nations laid out against him snares all about him; They spread their net to take him, in their pit he was caught.

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They put him in a cage and took him away to the king of Babylon, So that his voice would not be heard on the mountains of Israel.

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² Your mother was like a vine planted by the water; Fruitful and branchy was she because of the abundant water.

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One strong branch she put out as a royal scepter. Stately was her height amid the dense foliage; Notably tall was she with her many clusters.

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But she was torn up in fury and flung to the ground; The east wind withered her up, her fruit was torn off; Then her strong branch withered up, fire devoured it.

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So now she is planted in the desert, in a land dry and parched,

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For fire came out of the branch and devoured her shoots; She is now without a strong branch, a ruler's scepter. This is a lamentation and serves as a lamentation.