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A Funeral Song for Israel’s Kings

19 “Sing this funeral song for the princes of Israel:

“What is your mother?
    A lioness among lions!
She lay down among the young lions
    and reared her cubs.
She raised one of her cubs
    to become a strong young lion.
He learned to hunt and devour prey,
    and he became a man-eater.
Then the nations heard about him,
    and he was trapped in their pit.
They led him away with hooks
    to the land of Egypt.

“When the lioness saw
    that her hopes for him were gone,
she took another of her cubs
    and taught him to be a strong young lion.
He prowled among the other lions
    and stood out among them in his strength.
He learned to hunt and devour prey,
    and he, too, became a man-eater.
He demolished fortresses[a]
    and destroyed their towns and cities.
Their farms were desolated,
    and their crops were destroyed.
The land and its people trembled in fear
    when they heard him roar.
Then the armies of the nations attacked him,
    surrounding him from every direction.
They threw a net over him
    and captured him in their pit.
With hooks, they dragged him into a cage
    and brought him before the king of Babylon.
They held him in captivity,
    so his voice could never again be heard
    on the mountains of Israel.

10 “Your mother was like a vine
    planted by the water’s edge.
It had lush, green foliage
    because of the abundant water.
11 Its branches became strong—
    strong enough to be a ruler’s scepter.
It grew very tall,
    towering above all others.
It stood out because of its height
    and its many lush branches.
12 But the vine was uprooted in fury
    and thrown down to the ground.
The desert wind dried up its fruit
    and tore off its strong branches,
so that it withered
    and was destroyed by fire.
13 Now the vine is transplanted to the wilderness,
    where the ground is hard and dry.
14 A fire has burst out from its branches
    and devoured its fruit.
Its remaining limbs are not
    strong enough to be a ruler’s scepter.

“This is a funeral song, and it will be used in a funeral.”

Footnotes

  1. 19:7 As in Greek version; Hebrew reads He knew widows.

Israel Degraded

19 As for you, raise up a lamentation for the princes of Israel,(A) and say:

What a lioness was your mother
    among lions!
She lay down among young lions,
    rearing her cubs.(B)
She raised up one of her cubs;
    he became a young lion,
and he learned to catch prey;
    he devoured humans.(C)
The nations heard about him;
    he was caught in their pit,
and they brought him with hooks
    to the land of Egypt.(D)
When she saw that she was thwarted,
    that her hope was lost,
she took another of her cubs
    and made him a young lion.(E)
He prowled among the lions;
    he became a young lion,
and he learned to catch prey;
    he devoured people.(F)
And he ravaged their strongholds[a]
    and laid waste their towns;
the land was appalled, and all in it,
    at the sound of his roaring.(G)
The nations set upon him
    from the provinces all around;
they spread their net over him;
    he was caught in their pit.(H)
With hooks they put him in a neck collar
    and brought him to the king of Babylon;
    they brought him into custody,
so that his voice should be heard no more
    on the mountains of Israel.(I)
10 Your mother was like a vine in a vineyard[b]
    transplanted by the water,
fruitful and full of branches
    from abundant water.(J)
11 Its strongest stem became
    a ruler’s scepter;[c]
it towered aloft
    among the clouds;
it stood out in its height
    with its mass of branches.(K)
12 But it was plucked up in fury,
    cast down to the ground;
the east wind dried it up;
    its fruit was stripped off;
its strong stem was withered;
    the fire consumed it.(L)
13 Now it is transplanted into the wilderness,
    into a dry and thirsty land.(M)
14 And fire has gone out from its stem,
    has consumed its branches and fruit,
so that there remains in it no strong stem,
    no scepter for ruling.

This is a lamentation, and it is used as a lamentation.(N)

Footnotes

  1. 19.7 Tg: Heb his widows
  2. 19.10 Cn: Heb in your blood
  3. 19.11 Heb Its strongest stems became rulers’ scepters