Ezekiel 19, 10-14 Your mother was like a vine in your vineyard, planted by water. It was fruitful and full of branches because it was well watered. Its boughs were strong, fit for ruler's scepters. It reached up into the clouds. It stood out because of its height and its many branches But it was plucked up in anger It was thrown down to the ground The east wind dried up its fruit Its strong branches broke off and withered A fire consumed them Now it is planted in the wilderness in a dry and thirsty land. A fire has gone out from its branch. It has consumed its shoot and its fruit. No strong branch was left in it, nor a scepter to rule. This is a layman's song and has become a layman's song.