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Moreover, take up a lamentation for the princes of Yisra'el,
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and say, What was your mother? A lioness: she couched among lions, in the midst of the young lions she nourished her whelps.
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She brought up one of her whelps: he became a young lion, and he learned to catch the prey; he devoured men.
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The nations also heard of him; he was taken in their pit; and they brought him with hooks to the land of Mitzrayim.
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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.
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He went up and down among the lions; he became a young lion, and he learned to catch the prey; he devoured men.
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He knew their palaces, and laid waste their cities; and the land was desolate, and the fullness of it, because of the noise of his roaring.
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Then the nations set against him on every side from the provinces; and they spread their net over him; he was taken in their pit.
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They put him in a cage with hooks, and brought him to the king of Bavel; they brought him into strongholds, that his voice should no more be heard on the mountains of Yisra'el.
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Your mother was like a vine, in your blood, planted by the waters: it was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters.