In the twelfth year, on the first day of the twelfth month, God's Message came to me:
"Son of man, sing a funeral lament over Pharaoh king of Egypt. Tell him: "'You think you're a young lion prowling through the nations. You're more like a dragon in the ocean, snorting and thrashing about.
"'God, the Master, says: "'I'm going to throw my net over you - many nations will get in on this operation - and haul you out with my dragnet.
'll dump you on the ground out in an open field And bring in all the crows and vultures for a sumptuous carrion lunch. I'll invite wild animals from all over the world to gorge on your guts.
I'll scatter hunks of your meat in the mountains and strew your bones in the valleys.
The country, right up to the mountains, will be drenched with your blood, your blood filling every ditch and channel.
When I blot you out, I'll pull the curtain on the skies and shut out the stars. I'll throw a cloud across the sun and turn off the moonlight.
I'll turn out every light in the sky above you and put your land in the dark. Decree of God, the Master.
I'll shake up everyone worldwide when I take you off captive to strange and far-off countries.
I'll shock people with you. Kings will take one look and shudder. I'll shake my sword and they'll shake in their boots. On the day you crash, they'll tremble, thinking, "That could be me!" To Lay Your Pride Low
"'God, the Master, says: "'The sword of the king of Babylon is coming against you.
I'll use the swords of champions to lay your pride low, Use the most brutal of nations to knock Egypt off her high horse, to puncture that hot-air pomposity.
I'll destroy all their livestock that graze along the river. Neither human foot nor animal hoof will muddy those waters anymore.
I'll clear their springs and streams, make their rivers flow clean and smooth. Decree of God, the Master.
When I turn Egypt back to the wild and strip her clean of all her abundant produce, When I strike dead all who live there, then they'll realize that I am God.'
"This is a funeral song. Chant it. Daughters of the nations, chant it. Chant it over Egypt for the death of its pomp." Decree of God, the Master.