9 They put hooks on him and locked him up. They had him in their trap, so they took him to the king of Babylon. And now, you cannot hear his roar on the mountains of Israel.
10 “‘Your mother is like a grapevine planted near the water. She had plenty of water, so she grew many strong vines.
11 Then she grew large branches. They were like a strong walking stick. They were like a king’s scepter. The vine grew taller and taller. It had many branches and reached to the clouds.
12 But the vine was pulled up by the roots, and thrown down to the ground. The hot east wind blew and dried its fruit. The strong branches broke, and they were thrown into the fire.
13 “‘Now that grapevine is planted in the desert. It is a very dry and thirsty land.
14 A fire started in the large branch and spread to destroy all of its vines and fruit. So there was no strong walking stick. There was no king’s scepter.’ This was a sad song about death, and it was sung as a sad song about death.”