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The Message Bible MSG
1 “Sing this funeral song for the princes of Israel:
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Sing the blues over the princes of Israel.
2 “What is your mother? A lioness among lions! She lay down among the young lions and reared her cubs.
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Say: What a lioness was your mother among lions! She crouched in a pride of young lions. Her cubs grew large.
3 She raised one of her cubs to become a strong young lion. He learned to hunt and devour prey, and he became a man-eater.
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She reared one of her cubs to maturity, a robust young lion. He learned to hunt. He ate men.
4 Then the nations heard about him, and he was trapped in their pit. They led him away with hooks to the land of Egypt.
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Nations sounded the alarm. He was caught in a trap. They took him with hooks and dragged him to Egypt.
5 “When the lioness saw that her hopes for him were gone, she took another of her cubs and taught him to be a strong young lion.
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When the lioness saw she was luckless, that her hope for that cub was gone, She took her other cub and made him a strong young lion.
6 He prowled among the other lions and stood out among them in his strength. He learned to hunt and devour prey, and he, too, became a man-eater.
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He prowled with the lions, a robust young lion. He learned to hunt. He ate men.
7 He demolished fortresses and destroyed their towns and cities. Their farms were desolated, and their crops were destroyed. The land and its people trembled in fear when they heard him roar.
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He rampaged through their defenses, left their cities in ruins. The country and everyone in it was terrorized by the roars of the lion.
8 Then the armies of the nations attacked him, surrounding him from every direction. They threw a net over him and captured him in their pit.
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The nations got together to hunt him. Everyone joined the hunt. They set out their traps and caught him.
9 With hooks, they dragged him into a cage and brought him before the king of Babylon. They held him in captivity, so his voice could never again be heard on the mountains of Israel.
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They put a wooden collar on him and took him to the king of Babylon. No more would that voice be heard disturbing the peace in the mountains of Israel!
10 “Your mother was like a vine planted by the water’s edge. It had lush, green foliage because of the abundant water.
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Here's another way to put it: Your mother was like a vine in a vineyard, transplanted alongside streams of water, Luxurious in branches and grapes because of the ample water.
11 Its branches became strong— strong enough to be a ruler’s scepter. It grew very tall, towering above all others. It stood out because of its height and its many lush branches.
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It grew sturdy branches fit to be carved into a royal scepter. It grew high, reaching into the clouds. Its branches filled the horizon, and everyone could see it.
12 But the vine was uprooted in fury and thrown down to the ground. The desert wind dried up its fruit and tore off its strong branches, so that it withered and was destroyed by fire.
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Then it was ripped up in a rage and thrown to the ground. The hot east wind shriveled it up and stripped its fruit. The sturdy branches dried out, fit for nothing but kindling.
13 Now the vine is transplanted to the wilderness, where the ground is hard and dry.
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Now it's a stick stuck out in the desert, a bare stick in a desert of death,
14 A fire has burst out from its branches and devoured its fruit. Its remaining limbs are not strong enough to be a ruler’s scepter. “This is a funeral song, and it will be used in a funeral.”
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Good for nothing but making fires, campfires in the desert. Not a hint now of those sturdy branches fit for use as a royal scepter! (This is a sad song, a text for singing the blues.)
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