¹⁰ Your mother was like a vine in your vineyard,
    planted by the waters;
it was fruitful and full of branches
    by reason of many waters.
¹¹ It had strong rods
    for the scepters of those who rule.
And its stature
    was exalted above the clouds,
so it appeared in its height
    with the multitude of its branches.
¹² But it was plucked up in fury,
    it was cast down to the ground,
and the east wind dried up its fruit.
    Its strong rod was broken and it withered;
the fire consumed it.
¹³ Now it is planted in the wilderness,
    in a dry and thirsty ground.
¹⁴ Fire has gone out from its branch;
    it has devoured its shoots and fruit,
so that there is no strong rod in it,
    a scepter to rule.