The Book of Ezekiel, Chapter 19יחזקאל 19

וְאַתָּה֙ שָׂ֣א קִינָ֔ה אֶל נְשִׂיאֵ֖י יִשְׂרָאֵֽל

Moreover take you up a lamentation for the princes of Israel,

וְאָמַרְתָּ֗ מָ֤ה אִמְּךָ֙ לְבִיָּ֔א בֵּ֥ין אֲרָי֖וֹת רָבָ֑צָה בְּת֥וֹךְ כְּפִרִ֖ים רִבְּתָ֥ה גוּרֶֽיהָ

And say, What your mother? A lioness: she lay down among lions, she nourished her whelps among young lions.

וַתַּ֛עַל אֶחָ֥ד מִגֻּרֶ֖יהָ כְּפִ֣יר הָיָ֑ה וַיִּלְמַ֥ד לִטְרָף טֶ֖רֶף אָדָ֥ם אָכָֽל

And she brought up one of her whelps: it became a young lion, and it learned to catch the prey; it devoured men.

וַיִּשְׁמְע֥וּ אֵלָ֛יו גּוֹיִ֖ם בְּשַׁחְתָּ֣ם נִתְפָּ֑שׂ וַיְבִאֻ֥הוּ בַֽחַחִ֖ים אֶל אֶ֥רֶץ מִצְרָֽיִם

The nations also heard of him; he was taken in their pit, and they brought him with chains to the land of Egypt.

וַתֵּ֨רֶא֙ כִּ֣י נֽוֹחֲלָ֔ה אָבְדָ֖ה תִּקְוָתָ֑הּ וַתִּקַּ֛ח אֶחָ֥ד מִגֻּרֶ֖יהָ כְּפִ֥יר שָׂמָֽתְהוּ

Now when she saw that she had waited, her hope was lost, then she took another of her whelps, made him a young lion.

וַיִּתְהַלֵּ֥ךְ בְּתוֹךְ אֲרָי֖וֹת כְּפִ֣יר הָיָ֑ה וַיִּלְמַ֥ד לִטְרָף טֶ֖רֶף אָדָ֥ם אָכָֽל

And he went up and down among the lions, he became a young lion, and learned to catch the prey, devoured men.

וַיֵּ֨דַע֙ אַלְמְנוֹתָ֔יו וְעָרֵיהֶ֖ם הֶחֱרִ֑יב וַתֵּ֤שַׁם אֶ֨רֶץ֙ וּמְלֹאָ֔הּ מִקּ֖וֹל שַׁאֲגָתֽוֹ

And he knew their desolate palaces, and he laid waste their cities; and the land was desolate, and the fulness thereof, by the noise of his roaring.

וַיִּתְּנ֨וּ עָלָ֥יו גּוֹיִ֛ם סָבִ֖יב מִמְּדִינ֑וֹת וַֽיִּפְרְשׂ֥וּ עָלָ֛יו רִשְׁתָּ֖ם בְּשַׁחְתָּ֥ם נִתְפָּֽשׂ

Then the nations set against him on every side from the provinces, and spread their net over him: he was taken in their pit.

וַֽיִּתְּנֻ֤הוּ בַסּוּגַר֙ בַּֽחַחִ֔ים וַיְבִאֻ֖הוּ אֶל מֶ֣לֶךְ בָּבֶ֑ל יְבִאֻ֨הוּ֙ בַּמְּצֹד֔וֹת לְמַ֗עַן לֹא יִשָּׁמַ֥ע קוֹל֛וֹ ע֖וֹד אֶל הָרֵ֥י יִשְׂרָאֵֽל

And they put him in ward in chains, and brought him to the king of Babylon: they brought him into holds, that his voice should no more be heard upon the mountains of Israel.

אִמְּךָ֥ כַגֶּ֛פֶן בְּדָמְךָ֖ עַל מַ֣יִם שְׁתוּלָ֑ה פֹּֽרִיָּה֙ וַֽעֲנֵפָ֔ה הָיְתָ֖ה מִמַּ֥יִם רַבִּֽים

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

וַיִּֽהְיוּ לָ֞הּ מַטּ֣וֹת עֹ֗ז אֶל שִׁבְטֵי֙ מֹֽשְׁלִ֔ים וַתִּגְבַּ֥הּ קֽוֹמָת֖וֹ עַל בֵּ֣ין עֲבֹתִ֑ים וַיֵּרָ֣א בְגָבְה֔וֹ בְּרֹ֖ב דָּלִיֹּתָֽיו

And she had strong rods for the sceptres of them that bare rule, and her stature was exalted among the thick branches, and she appeared in her height with the multitude of her branches.

וַתֻּתַּ֤שׁ בְּחֵמָה֙ לָאָ֣רֶץ הֻשְׁלָ֔כָה וְר֥וּחַ הַקָּדִ֖ים הוֹבִ֣ישׁ פִּרְיָ֑הּ הִתְפָּרְק֧וּ וְיָבֵ֛שׁוּ מַטֵּ֥ה עֻזָּ֖הּ אֵ֥שׁ אֲכָלָֽתְהוּ

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

וְעַתָּ֖ה שְׁתוּלָ֣ה בַמִּדְבָּ֑ר בְּאֶ֖רֶץ צִיָּ֥ה וְצָמָֽא

And now she planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty ground.

וַתֵּצֵ֨א אֵ֜שׁ מִמַּטֵּ֤ה בַדֶּ֨יהָ֙ פִּרְיָ֣הּ אָכָ֔לָה וְלֹא הָ֥יָה בָ֛הּ מַטֵּה עֹ֖ז שֵׁ֣בֶט לִמְשׁ֑וֹל קִ֥ינָה הִ֖יא וַתְּהִ֥י לְקִינָֽה

And fire is gone out of a rod of her branches, has devoured her fruit, so that she has no strong rod a sceptre to rule. This a lamentation, and shall be for a lamentation.