¹⁰ Your mother was like a vine in your vineyard,^[a]
    planted by water, fruitful and full of branches
    because of plentiful waters.
¹¹ Its strong branches^[b] became scepters for rulers.
    It towered high, among the clouds.
    It was outstanding because of its height,
    and because of the abundance of its branches.
¹² But the vine was uprooted in wrath,
    and it was hurled to the ground.
    The east wind dried up its fruit.
    Its strong branch was torn off so that it dried up,
    and fire devoured it.
¹³ Now it is planted in the wilderness,
    in a dry and thirsty land.
¹⁴ Fire has come out from its main branch
    and consumed its fruit,
    so that it no longer has a strong branch,
    no scepter fit for ruling.