Ezekiel Chapter 19
Ayo, let’s do a vibe check for the princes of Israel; it’s time to unpack some feelings.
Moreover take thou up a lamentation for the princes of Israel,
So, what’s the scoop on your mother? She’s a lioness, hanging with lions, raising her cubs with the crew.
And say, What {is} thy mother? A lioness: she lay down among lions, she nourished her whelps among young lions.
She brought up one of her cubs, and it blew up as a young lion, getting the hang of hunting and munching on people.
And she brought up one of her whelps: it became a young lion, and it learned to catch the prey; it devoured men.
The nations got wind of him; he fell into their trap and was dragged off to Egypt in shackles, no cap.
The nations also heard of him; he was taken in their pit, and they brought him with chains unto the land of Egypt.
When she peeped her hopes crashing, she grabbed another cub and turned him into a young lion, like, for real.
Now when she saw that she had waited, {and} her hope was lost, then she took another of her whelps, {and} made him a young lion.
He rolled with the lions, became a young lion too, learned to stalk, and feasted on dudes, savage style.
And he went up and down among the lions, he became a young lion, and learned to catch the prey, {and} devoured men.
He was familiar with their empty castles, wrecked their towns; the land turned into a ghost zone from his roar, fr.
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. {their desolate...: or, their widows} {the fulness...: or, all it containeth}
Then the nations boxed him in from every angle, set a trap, and he got caught in their scheme.
Then the nations set against him on every side from the provinces, and spread their net over him: he was taken in their pit.
They threw him in chains and took him to the king of Babylon, making sure nobody heard him in Israel’s hills.
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. {in chains: or, in hooks}
Your mother’s like a vine in your veins, grounded by the water, thriving and sprawling with branches, lit.
Thy mother {is} like a vine in thy blood, planted by the waters: she was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters. {in...: or, in thy quietness, or, in thy likeness}
She had solid branches for the leaders, standing proud among the thick ones, flexing her height with all those branches.
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.
But she got yanked up in fury, tossed to the ground, and the east wind dried her out; her strong branches were snapped and set ablaze.
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.
Now she’s stuck in the wild, in a parched and thirsty place, sus vibes.
And now she {is} planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty ground.
Fire shot out from her branches, devoured her fruit, leaving her with no strong branch to rule. This is a vibe check, and it’s a sad one.
And fire is gone out of a rod of her branches, {which} hath devoured her fruit, so that she hath no strong rod {to be} a sceptre to rule. This {is} a lamentation, and shall be for a lamentation.