Moff EZE Chapter 19

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19 Raise this dirge over the prince of Israel.

How like a lioness among lions

was your mother!

She crouched among young lions

as she reared her whelps;

one whelp she brought up,

a lion young;

he learned to seize his prey,

men he devoured;

the nations raised a hue and cry,

they caught him in their pit,

and dragged him off with hooks

into the land of Egypt.

She saw he had been reft from her,

her hope had vanished;

she took and reared another whelp,

a lion young,

who lived among the lions,

and grew up a young lion;

he learned to seize his prey--

men he devoured,

ravaging their palaces,

and wasting their towns,

till all in the land were a-dread

at his roar.

Then the nations raised a hue and cry

from the realms around,

spread nets for him,

and caught him in their pit,

dragged him off with hooks, a captive,

to the king of Babylon,

that no more his voice might sound

on the uplands of Israel.

Your mother was like a vine in a vineyard,

planted beside streams,

fruitful, rich in branches,

thanks to the wealth of water;

she had a great branch that grew

into a royal sceptre,

soaring to the clouds,

seen afar amid a mass of boughs.

But in wrath the vine was torn up,

flung to the ground;

the east wind withered up its fruit,

and its great branch was broken off;

now it is planted in a desert,

in a waterless land.

Fire spread from the branch,

and burned the boughs,

and now the vine has no great branch,

no royal sceptre.

This is a dirge, and current as a dirge. * * *

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