Ezekiel, sing a funeral song for two of Israel's leaders: 2
Your mother was a brave lioness who raised her cubs among lions. 3
She taught one of them to hunt, and he learned to eat people. 4
When the nations heard of him, they trapped him in a pit, then they used hooks to drag him to Egypt. 5
His mother waited for him to return. But soon she lost all hope and raised another cub, who also became fierce. 6
He hunted with other lions and learned to eat people. 7
He destroyed fortresses and ruined towns; his mighty roar terrified everyone. 8
Nations plotted to kill him, and people came from all over to spread out a net and catch him in a trap. 9
They put him in a cage and took him to Babylonia. The lion was locked away, so that his mighty roar would never again be heard on Israel's hills. 10
Your mother was a vine like you, growing near a stream. There was plenty of water, so she was filled with branches and with lots of fruit. 11
Her strong branches became symbols of authority, and she was taller than all other trees— everyone could see how strong and healthy she was. 12
But in anger, I pulled her up by the roots and threw her to the ground, where the scorching desert wind dried out her fruit. Her strong branches wilted and burned up. 13
Then she was planted in a hot, dry desert, 14
where her stem caught fire, and flames burned her branches and fruit. Not one strong branch is left; she is stripped bare. This funeral song must be sung with sorrow.
Scripture taken from the Contemporary English Version ®. Copyright © 1995 American Bible Society. Used by permission.