Wail, O cypress, for the cedar has fallen, Because the mighty trees are ruined. Wail, O oaks of Bashan, For the thick forest has come down.
For if they do these things in the green wood, what will be done in the dry?”
Woe to you who are at ease in Zion, And trust in Mount Samaria, Notable persons in the chief nation, To whom the house of Israel comes!
They also went down to hell with it, with those slain by the sword; and those who were its strong arm dwelt in its shadows among the nations.
“Son of man, set your face toward the south; preach against the south and prophesy against the forest land, the South,
Of oaks from Bashan they made your oars; The company of Ashurites have inlaid your planks With ivory from the coasts of Cyprus.
Open your doors, O Lebanon, That fire may devour your cedars.
There is the sound of wailing shepherds! For their glory is in ruins. There is the sound of roaring lions! For the pride of the Jordan is in ruins.