12. But she was plucked up in fury,She was cast down to the ground,And the east wind dried her fruit.Her strong branches were broken and withered;The fire consumed them.
13. And now she is planted in the wilderness,In a dry and thirsty land.
14. Fire has come out from a rod of her branchesAnd devoured her fruit,So that she has no strong branch— a scepter for ruling.’ ”This is a lamentation, and has become a lamentation.