A lamentation for the princes of Israel, under the parable of lions' whelps taken in a pit,
Ezekiel 19:1 Moreover, take thou up a lamentation for the princes of Israel, Ezekiel 19:2 and say, What was thy mother? A lioness: she couched among lions, in the midst of the young lions she nourished her whelps. Ezekiel 19:3 And she brought up one of her whelps; he became a young lion: and he learned to catch the prey, he devoured men. Ezekiel 19:4 The nations also heard of him; he was taken in their pit: and they brought him with hooks unto the land of Egypt. Ezekiel 19:5 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. Ezekiel 19:6 And he went up and down among the lions, he became a young lion: and he learned to catch the prey, he devoured men. Ezekiel 19:7 And he knew their palaces, and laid waste their cities; and the land was desolate, and the fulness thereof, because of the noise of his roaring. Ezekiel 19:8 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. Ezekiel 19:9 And they put him in a cage with hooks, and brought him to the king of Babylon; they brought him into strong holds, that his voice should no more be heard upon the mountains of Israel.
and for Jerusalem, under the parable of a wasted vine.
Ezekiel 19:10 Thy mother was like a vine, in thy blood, planted by the waters: she was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters. Ezekiel 19:11 And she had strong rods for the sceptres of them that bare rule, and their stature was exalted among the thick boughs, and they were seen in their height with the multitude of their branches. Ezekiel 19:12 But she was plucked up in fury, she was cast down to the ground, and the east wind dried up her fruit: her strong rods were broken off and withered; the fire consumed them. Ezekiel 19:13 And now she is planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty land. Ezekiel 19:14 And fire is gone out of the rods of her branches, it hath devoured her fruit, so that there is in her no strong rod to be a sceptre to rule. This is a lamentation, and shall be for a lamentation.