Ezekiel 19

Moreover take thou up a lamentation for the princes of Israel,

Additionally, write a sad song for the leaders of Israel.

And say, What is thy mother? A lioness: she lay down among lions, she nourished her whelps among young lions.

And ask, "What's your mom?" It's a lioness. She rested with lions and fed her cubs with other young lions.

And she brought up one of her whelps: it became a young lion, and it learned to catch the prey; it devoured men.

She raised one of her puppies. It grew into a strong lion, learning to hunt and catch its food. It started eating people.

The nations also heard of him; he was taken in their pit, and they brought him with chains unto the land of Egypt.

The countries learned about him; they captured him in a trap and took him to Egypt using chains.

Now when she saw that she had waited, and her hope was lost, then she took another of her whelps, and made him a young lion.

When she realized she had waited too long and all hope was gone, she chose another of her puppies and trained it to be a fierce lion.

And he went up and down among the lions, he became a young lion, and learned to catch the prey, and devoured men.

He climbed among the lions, grew into a young lion, learned to hunt, and ate people.

And he knew their desolate palaces, and he laid waste their cities; and the land was desolate, and the fulness thereof, by the noise of his roaring.

He understood their empty palaces and destroyed their cities. The land became empty and full of nothing but the loud sound of his roaring.

Then the nations set against him on every side from the provinces, and spread their net over him: he was taken in their pit.

Then many countries surrounded him from nearby areas and created a trap for him; he fell into their hidden hole.

And they put him in ward in chains, and brought him to the king of Babylon: they brought him into holds, that his voice should no more be heard upon the mountains of Israel.

They imprisoned him with chains and took him to the king of Babylon. They placed him in a place where he couldn't speak on the mountains of Israel anymore.

Thy mother is like a vine in thy blood, planted by the waters: she was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters.

Your mom is like a grape vine in your family, grown near water. She was very productive and had lots of branches because of the water.

And she had strong rods for the sceptres of them that bare rule, and her stature was exalted among the thick branches, and she appeared in her height with the multitude of her branches.

She had powerful sticks for the leaders' symbols, and she stood tall among the many branches, showing her great height with all her branches.

But she was plucked up in fury, she was cast down to the ground, and the east wind dried up her fruit: her strong rods were broken and withered; the fire consumed them.

But she got angry and fell to the ground. The east wind made her fruit dry up. Her strong branches broke and withered away. Fire burned and destroyed them.

And now she is planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty ground.

Now, she's in the desert, in a dry and thirsty land.

And fire is gone out of a rod of her branches, which hath devoured her fruit, so that she hath no strong rod to be a sceptre to rule. This is a lamentation, and shall be for a lamentation.

And the fire has left the stick of her branches, which ate her fruit, leaving her with no strong stick to rule. This is a sad song, and will be used as a sad song.