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Giovedi, 28 marzo 2024 - San Castore di Tarso ( Letture di oggi)

Ezekiel 19


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1'Now, raise a lament for the princes of Israel.2Say: What was your mother? A lioness among lions; lying among the cubs she nursed her whelps.3She reared one of her whelps: he grew into a young lion; he learnt to tear his prey; he became a man-eater.4The nations came to hear of him; he was caught in their pit; they dragged him away with hooks toEgypt.5Her expectation thwarted, and seeing her hope dashed, she took another of her whelps and made ayoung lion of him.6He prowled among the lions, he grew into a young lion, he learnt to tear his prey; he became a man-eater.7He tore down their palaces, he destroyed their cities; the land and al its inhabitants were appal ed bythe sound of his roars.8The nations marched out against him from the surrounding provinces; they spread their net over him;he was caught in their pit.9They shackled him with hooks, they took him to the king of Babylon and threw him into a fortress, sothat his voice could never again be heard on the mountains of Israel.10Your mother was like a vine planted beside the water, fruitful and leafy, because the water flowed soful .11She had stout stems which became kingly sceptres; she grew higher and higher, up into the clouds;she was admired for her height and the number of her branches.12But she was furiously uprooted and thrown on the ground; the east wind dried up her fruit, she wasbroken to pieces; her stout stem dried up, the fire devoured it.13Now she has been transplanted to the desert, to a dry and thirsty land.14Fire burst out of her stem devouring her branches and fruit. No more stout stem for her, no morekingly sceptre.' This is a lament; it was used as such.