A lamentation for the princes of Israel, under the parable of lions' whelps taken in a pit,
Ezekiel 19:1 Bvt mourne thou for the prynces off Israel, Ezekiel 19:2 & saye: Wherfore laye thy mother that lyonesse, amoge the lyons? & norished hir yonge ones amoge the lyons whelpes? Ezekiel 19:3 to spoyle, and to deuoure folke. Ezekiel 19:4 The Heithen herde of him, & toke him in their nettes, & brought him in chaynes vnto the londe of Egipte. Ezekiel 19:5 Now when the damme sawe, that all hir hope & comforth was awaye, she toke another of hir whelpes, and made a lyon of him: Ezekiel 19:6 which wente amonge the lyons, & became a fearce lyon: lerned to spoyle and to deuoure folcke: Ezekiel 19:7 he destroyed their palaces, and made their cities waist: In so moch that the whole londe and euery thinge therin, were vtterly desolate, thorow the very voyce of his roaringe. Ezekiel 19:8 Then came the Heithen together on euery syde out of all countrees agaynst him, layed their nettes for him, and toke him in their pytte. Ezekiel 19:9 So they bounde him with chaynes, and brought him to the kinge of Babilon: which put him in preson, that his voyce shulde nomore be herde vpon the mountaynes of Israel.
and for Jerusalem, under the parable of a wasted vine.
Ezekiel 19:10 As for thy mother, she is like a vyne in thy bloude, planted by the watersyde: hir frutes and braunches are growen out of many waters: Ezekiel 19:11 hir stalkes were so stronge, that men might haue made staues therof for officers: she grew so hie in hir stalkes. So when men sawe that she exceaded ye heith and multitude of hir braunches, Ezekiel 19:12 she was roted out in displeasure, and cast downe to the grounde. The East wynde dryed vp hir frute, hir stronge stalkes were broken of, wythered and brent in the fyre. Ezekiel 19:13 But now she is planted in the wildernesse, in a drye and thurstie grounde. Ezekiel 19:14 And there is a fyre gone out of hir stalkes, which hath bret vp hir braunches and hir frute: so that she hath no mo stronge stalkes, to be staues for officers. This is a piteous and miserable thinge.