19:1 As for you, son of man, raise a lamentation over the prince of Israel:
19:2 What a lioness was your mother, a lion of lions! Among young lions she couched to rear her whelps.
19:3 One whelp she raised up, a young lion he became; He learned to seize prey, men he devoured.
19:4 Then nations raised cries against him, in their pit he was caught; They took him away with hooks to the land of Egypt.
19:5 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.
19:6 He prowled among the lions, a young lion he became; He learned to seize prey, men he devoured;
19:7 He ravaged their strongholds, their cities he wasted. The land and all in it were appalled at the noise of his roar.
19:8 Nations laid out against him snares all about him; They spread their net to take him, in their pit he was caught.
19:9 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.
19:10 Your mother was like a vine planted by the water; Fruitful and branchy was she because of the abundant water.
19:11 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.
19:12 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.
19:13 So now she is planted in the desert, in a land dry and parched,
19:14 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.