8Then the nations came against him from the kingdoms round about: their net was stretched over him and he was taken in the hole they had made.
9They made him a prisoner with hooks, and took him to the king of Babylon; they put him in the strong place so that his voice might be sounding no longer on the mountains of Israel.
10Your mother was in comparison like a vine, planted by the waters: she was fertile and full of branches because of the great waters.
11And she had a strong rod for a rod of authority for the rulers, and it became tall among the clouds and it was seen lifted up among the number of its branches.
12But she was uprooted in burning wrath, and made low on the earth; the east wind came, drying her up, and her branches were broken off; her strong rod became dry, the fire made a meal of it.
13And now she is planted in the waste land, in a dry and unwatered country.
14And fire has gone out from her rod, causing the destruction of her branches, so that there is no strong rod in her to be the ruler's rod of authority. This is a song of grief, and it was for a song of grief.
