1And thou, lift up a lamentation unto princes of Israel,
2and thou hast said: What is thy mother? — a lioness, Among lions she hath crouched down, In the midst of young lions she hath multiplied her whelps.
3And she bringeth up one of her whelps, A young lion it hath been, And it learneth to tear prey, man it hath devoured.
4And hear of it do nations, In their pit it hath been caught, And they bring it in with chains unto the land of Egypt.
5And she seeth, that stayed — perished hath her hope, And she taketh one of her whelps, A young lion she hath made it.
6And it goeth up and down in the midst of lions, A young lion it hath been, And it learneth to tear prey, man it hath devoured.
7And it knoweth his forsaken habitations, And their cities it hath laid waste, And desolate is the land and its fulness, Because of the voice of his roaring.
8And set against it do nations Round about from the provinces. And they spread out for it their net, In their pit it hath been caught.
9And they put it in prison — in chains, And they bring it unto the king of Babylon, They bring it in unto bulwarks, So that its voice is not heard any more On mountains of Israel.
10Thy mother is as a vine in thy blood by waters planted, Fruitful and full of boughs it hath been, Because of many waters.
11And it hath strong rods for sceptres of rulers, And high is its stature above thick branches, And it appeareth in its height In the multitude of its thin shoots.
12And it is plucked up in fury, To the earth it hath been cast, And the east wind hath dried up its fruit, Broken and withered hath been the rod of its strength, Fire hath consumed it.
13And now — it is planted in a wilderness, In a land dry and thirsty.
14And go forth doth fire from a rod of its boughs, Its fruit it hath devoured, And it hath no rod of strength — a sceptre to rule, Lamentation it is — and it is for a lamentation!'