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9 ‘»With hooks they pulled him into a cage and brought him to the king of Babylon. They put him in prison. Therefore his roar was heard no longer on the mountains of Israel.
10 ‘»Your mother was like a vine in your vineyard planted by the water. It was fruitful and full of branches because of abundant water.
11 ‘»Its branches were strong and fit for a ruler’s scepter. It towered high above the thick foliage, conspicuous for its height and for its many branches.
12 ‘»It was uprooted in fury and thrown to the ground. The east wind made it shrivel. It was stripped of its fruit. Its strong branches withered and fire consumed them.
13 ‘»Now it is planted in the desert, in a dry and thirsty land.
14 ‘»Fire spread from one of its main branches and consumed its fruit. No strong branch is left on it fit for a ruler’s scepter. This is a song of grief and is to be used as a song of grief.’«