8Then the nations set against him on every side from the provinces; and they spread their net over him; he was taken in their pit.
9They put him in a cage with hooks, and brought him to the king of Babylon; they brought him into strongholds, that his voice should no more be heard on the mountains of Israel.
10Your mother was like a vine, in your blood, planted by the waters: it was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters.
11It had strong rods for the scepters of those who bore rule, and their stature was exalted among the thick boughs, and they were seen in their height with the multitude of their branches.
12But it was plucked up in fury, it was cast down to the ground, and the east wind dried up its fruit: its strong rods were broken off and withered; the fire consumed them.
13Now it is planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty land.
14Fire is gone out of the rods of its branches, it has devoured its fruit, so that there is in it no strong rod to be a scepter to rule. This is a lamentation, and shall be for a lamentation.
