1 Moreover take thou up a lamentation for the princes of Israel,
2 And say, What is thy mother? A lioness: she lay down among lions,
3 And she brought up one of her whelps: it became a young lion, and
4 The nations also heard of him; he was taken in their pit, and
5 Now when she saw that she had waited, and her hope was lost, then
6 And he went up and down among the lions, he became a young lion,
7 And he knew their desolate palaces, and he laid waste their
8 Then the nations set against him on every side from the
9 And they put him in ward in chains, and brought him to the king
10 Thy mother is like a vine in thy blood, planted by the waters:
11 And she had strong rods for the sceptres of them that bare rule,
12 But she was plucked up in fury, she was cast down to the ground,
13 And now she is planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty
14 And fire is gone out of a rod of her branches, which hath