A lamentation for the princes of Israel, under the parable of lions' whelps taken in a pit,
Ezekiel 19:1 But thou sonne of man mourne þu for the princes of Israel, Ezekiel 19:2 & saye. Wherfore laye thy mother þe lyonesse amonge the lyons, & noryshed her yonge ones amonge the lyons whelpes? Ezekiel 19:3 One of her whelpes she brought vp, and it became a lyon, it learned to spoyle, and to deuoure folke. Ezekiel 19:4 The Heathen herde of him, and toke him in their nettes, and brought him in chaynes vnto the lande of Egypte. Ezekiel 19:5 Nowe when the damme sawe, that all her hope and comforte was awaye, she toke another of her whelpes, and made a lyon of him: Ezekiel 19:6 which wente amonge the lyons, & became a fearce lyon: learned to spoyle and to deuoure folcke: Ezekiel 19:7 he destroyed their palaces, and made their cyties waste. In so moch that þe whole lande & euery thinge therin, were vtterly desolate, thorow þe very voyce of his roaringe. Ezekiel 19:8 Then came the Heathen together on euery syde oute of all countrees agaynst hym, layed their nettes for hym, and toke hym in their pytte. Ezekiel 19:9 So they bounde him with chaynes, and brought him to the kyng of Babylon: 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 lyke a vyne in thy bloude, planted by the water syde: her frutes and braunches are growen out of many waters, Ezekiel 19:11 her stalkes were so stronge, that men myght haue made staues therof for officers: she grewe so hye in her stalkes. So whan men sawe that she exceaded she heygth & multitude of her braunches, Ezekiel 19:12 she was roted out in displeasure, and cast downe to þe grounde The East winde dryed vp her frute, her stronge stalkes were broken of, withered and brent in the fyre. Ezekiel 19:13 But now she is planted in the wyldernesse, in a drye & thurstye grounde. Ezekiel 19:14 And there is a fyre gone out of her stalckes, which hath brent vp her braunches and her frute: so that she hath no mo stronge stalckes, to be staues for offycers. This is a pyteous and miserable thinge.