Wail, cypress tree! For the cedar has fallen. Those majestic ones are devastated. Wail, oaks of Bashan! For the thick forest is cut down!
They made your oars from Bashan’s oaks. Of boxwood from the islands of Kittim they made your decks, inlaid with ivory.
They also went down with him to Sheol, to those slain by the sword, those who were his mighty arm, who lived in his shadow among the nations.
Oy ! You who are at ease in Zion, trusting in Samaria’s hill! Distinguished ones of the foremost of nations— to whom the house of Israel comes
Open your gates, Lebanon— fire will devour your cedars!
Listen to the wailing of the shepherds, for their glory is destroyed! Listen to the roaring of young lions, for Jordan’s thickets are ruined!
”For if they do these things when the wood is green, what will happen when it is dry?”