1 "Take up a lament concerning the princes of Israel
  
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    and say: 
 " 'What a lioness was your mother 
 among the lions! 
 She lay down among them 
 and reared her cubs. 
  
  
  
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    She brought up one of her cubs, 
 and he became a strong lion. 
 He learned to tear the prey 
 and he became a man-eater. 
  
  
  
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    The nations heard about him, 
 and he was trapped in their pit. 
 They led him with hooks 
 to the land of Egypt. 
  
  
  
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    " 'When she saw her hope unfulfilled, 
 her expectation gone, 
 she took another of her cubs 
 and made him a strong lion. 
  
  
  
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    He prowled among the lions, 
 for he was now a strong lion. 
 He learned to tear the prey 
 and he became a man-eater. 
  
  
  
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    He broke down 1  their strongholds 
 and devastated their towns. 
 The land and all who were in it 
 were terrified by his roaring. 
  
  
  
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    Then the nations came against him, 
 those from regions round about. 
 They spread their net for him, 
 and he was trapped in their pit. 
  
  
  
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    With hooks they pulled him into a cage 
 and brought him to the king of Babylon. 
 They put him in prison, 
 so his roar was heard no longer 
 on the mountains of Israel. 
  
    
  
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    " 'Your mother was like a vine in your vineyard 2  
 planted by the water; 
 it was fruitful and full of branches 
 because of abundant water. 
  
  
  
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    Its branches were strong, 
 fit for a ruler's scepter. 
 It towered high 
 above the thick foliage, 
 conspicuous for its height 
 and for its many branches. 
  
  
  
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    But it was uprooted in fury 
 and thrown to the ground. 
 The east wind made it shrivel, 
 it was stripped of its fruit; 
 its strong branches withered 
 and fire consumed them. 
  
  
  
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    Now it is planted in the desert, 
 in a dry and thirsty land. 
  
    
  
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    Fire spread from one of its main 3  branches 
 and consumed its fruit. 
 No strong branch is left on it 
 fit for a ruler's scepter.' 
 "This is a lament and is to be used as a lament."