11 Her strong branchesbecame symbols of authority,and she was tallerthan all other trees—everyone could see how strongand healthy she was.
12 But in anger, I pulled her upby the rootsand threw her to the ground,where the scorching desert winddried out her fruit.Her strong branches wiltedand burnt up.
13 Then she was plantedin a hot, dry desert,
14 where her stem caught fire,and flames burnther branches and fruit.Not one strong branch is left;she is stripped bare.This funeral song must be sung with sorrow.