The Lament for the Ruined Vine

Ezekiel 19:10-14

Your mother was like a vine, in your blood, planted by the waters: it was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters.

It had strong rods for the scepters of those who bore rule, and their stature was exalted among the thick boughs, and they were seen in their height with the multitude of their branches.

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

Now it is planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty land.

Fire is gone out of the rods of its branches, it has devoured its fruit, so that there is in it no strong rod to be a scepter to rule. This is a lamentation, and shall be for a lamentation.

The Lament for the Ruined Vine

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