¹⁰ Your mother was like a vine in a vineyard^[a] planted beside the waters;
    she bore lush fruit and foliage because of the plentiful water,
¹¹     and she produced mighty branches, fit for rulers’ scepters.
She grew tall, and her crown went up between the clouds.
    Because of her height and thick growth, she became conspicuous.
¹²     So she was struck down in anger,
        thrown down to the ground.
The east wind dried her out and destroyed her fruit;
    it sapped the branch of its strength,
    and fire consumed it.