10. “‘Your mother was like a vine in your vineyard, planted by water.It was fruitful and full of branches because it was well-watered.
11. Its boughs were strong, fit for rulers’ scepters; it reached up into the clouds.It stood out because of its height and its many branches.
12. But it was plucked up in anger; it was thrown down to the ground.The east wind dried up its fruit;its strong branches broke off and withered – a fire consumed them.
13. Now it is planted in the wilderness,in a dry and thirsty land.
14. A fire has gone out from its branch; it has consumed its shoot and its fruit.No strong branch was left in it, nor a scepter to rule.’ This is a lament song, and has become a lament song.”