Wail,O cypress,for the cedarhas fallen,Becausethe glorious[trees] have been destroyed;Wail,O oaksof Bashan,For the impenetrableforesthas comedown.
"Sonof man,setyour facetowardTeman,and speakout againstthe southand prophesyagainstthe forestlandof the Negev,
"Of oaksfrom Bashanthey have madeyour oars;With ivorythey have inlaidyour deckof boxwoodfrom the coastlandsof Cyprus.
"They alsowentdownwith it to Sheolto those who were slainby the sword;and those who were its strengthlivedunder its shadeamongthe nations.
Woeto thosewho are at easein ZionAnd to those who [feel] securein the mountainof Samaria,The distinguishedmen of the foremostof nations,To whomthe houseof Israelcomes.
Openyour doors,O Lebanon,That a firemay feedon your cedars.
There is a soundof the shepherds'wail,For their gloryis ruined;There is a soundof the younglions'roar,For the prideof the Jordanis ruined.
"For ifthey dothese thingswhenthe treeis green,whatwill happenwhenit is dry?"
