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10 “‘Your mother was like a vine
    in your blood,
planted by the waters.
    It was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters.
11 It had strong branches for the scepters of those who ruled.
    Their stature was exalted among the thick boughs.
They were seen in their height
    with the multitude of their 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 branches were broken off and withered.
    The fire consumed them.
13 Now it is planted in the wilderness,
    in a dry and thirsty land.
14 Fire has gone out of its branches.
    It has devoured its fruit,
    so that there is in it no strong branch to be a scepter to rule.’

This is a lamentation, and shall be for a lamentation.”

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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.”

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