Ezekiel laments for Israel because she has been taken captive by other nations and has become like a vine planted in dry and thirsty ground.
1 Moreover take thou up a alamentation for the princes of Israel,
2 And say, What is thy mother? A alioness: she lay down among lions, she nourished her whelps among young lions.
3 And she brought up one of her awhelps: it became a young lion, and it learned to catch the prey; it devoured men.
5 Now when she saw that she had waited, and her hope was lost, then she took another of her whelps, and made him a young lion.
6 And he went up and down among the lions, he became a young lion, and learned to catch the prey, and adevoured men.
7 And he knew their desolate palaces, and he laid waste their cities; and the land was desolate, and the fulness thereof, by the noise of his roaring.
11 And she had strong rods for the sceptres of them that bare rule, and her stature was exalted among the thick branches, and she appeared in her height with the multitude of her branches.
13 And now she is planted in the awilderness, in a dry and thirsty ground.