And you, take up a lamentation for the princes of Yisra᾽el,

and say, What a lioness was thy mother! she lay down among lions, she nourished her whelps among young lions.

And she brought up one of her whelps: it became a young lion, and it learned to catch the prey; it devoured men.

The nations also heard of him; he was taken in their pit, and they brought him with hooks to the land of Miżrayim.

Now when she saw that though she had waited, her hope was lost, then she took another of her whelps, and made him a young lion.

And he went up and down among the lions, he became a young lion, and learned to catch the prey, and devoured men.

And he knew their palaces, and he laid waste their cities; and the land and all that was in it was appalled by the noise of his roaring.

Then the nations set on him on every side from the provinces, and spread their net over him: he was taken in their pit.

And they put him in a cage with hooks, and brought him to the king of Bavel: they brought him into strongholds, that his voice should no more be heard upon the mountains of Yisra᾽el.

Thy mother is like the vine in thy likeness, planted by the waters: she was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters.

And she had strong rods for the sceptres of them that bore rule, and its stature was exalted among the thick branches, and it appeared in its height with the multitude of its tendrils.

But she was plucked up in fury, she was cast down to the ground, and the east wind dried up her fruit: her strong rods were broken and withered; the fire consumed it.

And now she is planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty ground.

And fire is gone out of the rod of her branches; it has devoured her fruit, so that she has no strong rod to be a sceptre to rule. This is a lamentation, and a lamentation it has become.