[1] “Moreover take up a lamentation for the princes of Israel,
[2] and say: ‘What is your mother? A lioness: She lay down among the lions; Among the young lions she nourished her cubs.
[3] She brought up one of her cubs, And he became a young lion; He learned to catch prey, And he devoured men.
[4] The nations also heard of him; He was trapped in their pit, And they brought him with chains to the land of Egypt.
[5] ‘When she saw that she waited, that her hope was lost, She took another of her cubs and made him a young lion.
[6] He roved among the lions, And became a young lion; He learned to catch prey; He devoured men.
[7] He knew their desolate places, And laid waste their cities; The land with its fullness was desolated By the noise of his roaring.
[8] Then the nations set against him from the provinces on every side, And spread their net over him; He was trapped in their pit.
[9] They put him in a cage with chains, And brought him to the king of Babylon; They brought him in nets, That his voice should no longer be heard on the mountains of Israel.
[10] ‘Your mother was like a vine in your bloodline, Planted by the waters, Fruitful and full of branches Because of many waters.
[11] She had strong branches for scepters of rulers. She towered in stature above the thick branches, And was seen in her height amid the dense foliage.
[12] But she was plucked up in fury, She was cast down to the ground, And the east wind dried her fruit. Her strong branches were broken and withered; The fire consumed them.
[13] And now she is planted in the wilderness, In a dry and thirsty land.
[14] Fire has come out from a rod of her branches And devoured her fruit, So that she has no strong branch— a scepter for ruling.’ ” This is a lamentation, and has become a lamentation.