10 Your mother was like a leafy vineplanted by water,Fruitful and full of branchesbecause of abundant water.
11 One strong branch grewinto a royal scepter.So tall it towered among the clouds,conspicuous in height,with dense foliage.
12 But she was torn out in furyand flung to the ground;The east wind withered her up,her fruit was plucked away;Her strongest branch dried up,fire devoured it.
13 Now she is planted in a wilderness,in a dry, parched land.
14 Fire flashed from her branch,and devoured her shoots;Now she does not have a strong branch,a royal scepter!This is a lamentation and serves as a lamentation.