8. The nations gathered to fight him;people came from everywhere.They spread their hunting netsand caught him in their trap.
9. They put him in a cageand took him to the king of Babylonia.They kept him under guard,so that his roar would never be heard againon the hills of Israel.
10. Your mother was like a grapevineplanted near a stream.Because there was plenty of water,the vine was covered with leaves and fruit.
11. Its branches were strong,and grew to be royal sceptres.The vine grew tall enough to reach the clouds;everyone saw how leafy and tall it was.
12. But angry hands pulled it up by the rootsand threw it to the ground.The east wind dried up its fruit.Its branches were broken off;they dried up and were burnt.
13. Now it is planted in the desert,in a dry and waterless land.
14. The stem of the vine caught fire;fire burnt up its branches and fruit.The branches will never again be strong,will never be royal sceptres.This is a song of sorrow; it has been sung again and again.