1 Ezekiel, sing a funeral song for two of Israel's leaders:*

2 Your mother was a brave lioness

who raised her cubs

among lions.

3 She taught one of them to hunt,

and he learned to eat people.

4 When the nations heard of him,

they trapped him in a pit,

then they used hooks

to drag him to Egypt.

5 His mother waited

for him to return.

But soon she lost all hope

and raised another cub,

who also became fierce.

6 He hunted with other lions

and learned to eat people.

7 He destroyed fortresses*

and ruined towns;

his mighty roar

terrified everyone.

8 Nations plotted to kill him,

and people came from all over

to spread out a net

and catch him in a trap.

9 They put him in a cage

and took him to Babylonia.

The lion was locked away,

so that his mighty roar

would never again be heard

on Israel's hills.

10 Your mother was a vine like you,*

growing near a stream.

There was plenty of water,

so she was filled with branches

and with lots of fruit.

11 Her strong branches

became symbols of authority,

and she was taller

than all other trees—

everyone could see how strong

and healthy she was.

12 But in anger, I pulled her up

by the roots

and threw her to the ground,

where the scorching desert wind

dried out her fruit.

Her strong branches wilted

and burned up.

13 Then she was planted

in a hot, dry desert,

14 where her stem caught fire,

and flames burned

her branches and fruit.

Not one strong branch is left;

she is stripped bare.

This funeral song must be sung with sorrow.