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Ezekiel 19

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1Yahweh said to me, “Ezekiel, sing a sad funeral song a which will be a parable about two of the kings of Israel.
2Say to the Israeli people, ‘ It is as though MET your mother was a brave female lion who raised her cubs among other lions.
3She taught one of them to hunt for other animals to kill, and he even learned to kill and eat people.
4When people from other nations heard about him, they trapped him in a pit. Then they used hooks to drag him to Egypt.
5His mother waited for him to return, but soon she stopped hoping/expecting that he would return. So she raised another cub who also became very fierce.
6He hunted along with other lions for animals to kill, and he even learned to kill and eat people.
7He destroyed forts, and he ruined cities. When he roared loudly, everyone was terrified.
8So people of other nations planned to kill him, and men came from many places to spread out a net for him, and they caught him in a trap.
9They tied him with chains and took him to Babylonia. And there he was locked in a prison, with the result that no one on the hills of Israel ever heard him roar again.’ Also, say to the Israeli people,
10‘ It is as though SIM your mother was a grapevine that was planted along a stream. There was plenty of water, so it had lots of branches and produced a lot of grapes.
11That grapevine grew and became taller than all the nearby trees; everyone could see that it was very strong and healthy. And those branches were good for making scepters that symbolize the power/authority of a king.
12But Yahweh became very angry, so he pulled up the vine by its roots and threw it on the ground, where the very hot winds from the desert dried up all its fruit. The strong branches wilted and were burned in a fire.
13Now that vine has been planted in a hot, dry desert.
14A fire started to burn its stem, and then started to burn the branches and burned all the grapes. Now not even one strong branch remains; they will never become scepters for a king.’ That funeral song must be sung very sadly.”