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Ezekiel

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1 More­over take thou up a lamen­ta­tion for the princes of Is­rael, 2 And say, What is thy moth­er? A li­oness: she lay down among li­ons, she nour­ished her whelps among young li­ons. 3 And she brought up one of her whelps: it be­came a young li­on, and it learned to catch the prey; it de­voured men. 4 The na­tions also heard of him; he was tak­en in their pit, and they brought him with chains unto the land of Egypt. 5 Now when she saw that she had wait­ed, and her hope was lost, then she took an­oth­er of her whelps, and made him a young li­on. 6 And he went up and down among the li­ons, he be­came a young li­on, and learned to catch the prey, and de­voured men. 7 And he knew their des­o­late palaces, and he laid waste their cities; and the land was des­o­late, and the ful­ness there­of, by the noise of his roar­ing. 8 Then the na­tions set against him on ev­ery side from the provinces, and spread their net over him: he was tak­en in their pit. 9 And they put him in ward in chains, and brought him to the king of Baby­lon: they brought him into holds, that his voice should no more be heard upon the moun­tains of Is­rael. 10 Thy moth­er is like a vine in thy blood, plant­ed by the wa­ters: she was fruit­ful and full of branch­es by rea­son of many wa­ters. 11 And she had strong rods for the scep­tres of them that bare rule, and her stature was ex­alt­ed among the thick branch­es, and she ap­peared in her height with the mul­ti­tude of her branch­es. 12 But she was plucked up in fury, she was cast down to the ground, and the east wind dried up her fruit: her strong rods were bro­ken and with­ered; the fire con­sumed them. 13 And now she is plant­ed in the wilder­ness, in a dry and thirsty ground. 14 And fire is gone out of a rod of her branch­es, which hath de­voured her fruit, so that she hath no strong rod ­to be a scep­tre to rule. This is a lamen­ta­tion, and shall be for a lamen­ta­tion.