Wail, O cypress, for the cedar has fallen, for the glorious trees are ruined! Wail, oaks of Bashan, for the thick forest has been felled!
Mortal, set your face toward the south, preach against the south, and prophesy against the forest land in the Negeb;
From oaks of Bashan they made your oars; they made your deck of pines from the coasts of Cyprus, inlaid with ivory.
They also went down to Sheol with it, to those killed by the sword, along with its allies, those who lived in its shade among the nations.
Woe to those who are at ease in Zion and for those who feel secure on Mount Samaria, the notables of the first of the nations, to whom the house of Israel resorts!
Open your doors, O Lebanon, so that fire may devour your cedars!
Listen, the wail of the shepherds, for their glory is despoiled! Listen, the roar of the lions, for the thickets of the Jordan are destroyed!
For if they do this when the wood is green, what will happen when it is dry?”