The Lament for the Ruined Vine

Ezekiel 19:10-14

Thy mother is like a vine in thy blood planted by the water: her fruit and her branches have grown out of many waters.

And she hath strong rods to make sceptres for them that bear rule, and her stature was exalted among the branches: and she saw her height in the multitude of her branches.

But she was plucked up in wrath, and cast on the ground, and the burning wind dried up her fruit: her strong rods are withered, and dried up: the fire hath devoured her.

And now she is transplanted into the desert, in a land not passable, and dry.

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

The Lament for the Ruined Vine

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