Wail, O cypress, for the cedar fell; for the powerful ones were destroyed: wail, ye oaks of Bashan, for the forest of the vintage went down.
Son of man, set thy face the way of the south, and drop to the south, and prophesy against the forest of the south field.
The oaks of Bashan they made thine oars; the house of the Ashurites made thy desk of ivory from the isles of Chittim.
They also went down with him to hades, to those being wounded with the sword; and his arm they dwelt in his shadow in the midst of the nations.
Wo! to those living at ease in Zion, and trusting in the mountain of Shomeron, being distinguished the chief of the nations, and to them the house of Israel came.
Open the doors, O Lebanon, and fire shall devour among thy cedars.
A voice of wailing of the shepherds, for their greatness was destroyed: a voice of the roaring of young lions, for the pride of Jordan was destroyed.
For if they do these in the moist tree, what should be in the dry