¹⁰ ‘Your mother was like a vine
    entwining a pomegranate,^[a]
planted by water, full of fruit,
    and full of branches
        because it had been watered generously.
¹¹ Strong were its boughs,
    suitable for use in the scepter of a ruler.
It reached to the clouds,
    noticeable because of its height
        and its abundant branches.
¹² Yet in anger it was uprooted
    and cast down to the earth.
An east wind desiccated its fruit;
    its strong branches broke off and withered,
        and a fire consumed them.