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Ezekiel 19:1
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Moreover take thou up a lamentation for the
princes of Israel, |
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Ezekiel 19:2
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And say, What is thy mother? A lioness: she
lay down among lions, she nourished her whelps among young lions. |
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Ezekiel 19:3
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And she brought up one of her whelps: it became
a young lion, and it learned to catch the prey; it devoured men. |
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Ezekiel 19:4
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The nations also heard of him; he was taken
in their pit, and they brought him with chains unto the land of Egypt. |
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Ezekiel 19:5
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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. |
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Ezekiel 19:6
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And he went up and down among the lions, he
became a young lion, and learned to catch the prey, and devoured men. |
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Ezekiel 19:7
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And he knew their desolate palaces, and he
laid waste their cities; and the land was desolate, and the fulness thereof, by
the noise of his roaring. |
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Ezekiel 19:8
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Then the nations set against him on every side
from the provinces, and spread their net over him: he was taken in their pit. |
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Ezekiel 19:9
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And they put him in ward in chains, and brought
him to the king of Babylon: they brought him into holds, that his voice should
no more be heard upon the mountains of Israel. |
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Ezekiel 19:10
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Thy mother is like a vine in thy blood, planted
by the waters: she was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters. |
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Ezekiel 19:11
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And she had strong rods for the sceptres of
them that bare rule, and her stature was exalted among the thick branches, and
she appeared in her height with the multitude of her branches. |
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Ezekiel 19:12
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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 and withered; the fire consumed them. |
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Ezekiel 19:13
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And now she is planted in the wilderness, in
a dry and thirsty ground. |
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Ezekiel 19:14
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And fire is gone out of a rod of her branches,
which hath devoured her fruit, so that she hath no strong rod to be a sceptre
to rule. This is a lamentation, and shall be for a lamentation. |
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