H4294J–מַטֶּה–mat.teh

For not with a sharp-pointed thing threshed are fitches, And the wheel of a cart on cummin turned round, For with a staff beaten out are fitches, And cummin with a rod.

בַמַּטֶּ֛ה (מַּטֶּ֛ה) ma.Teh “staff”

And it hath strong rods for sceptres of rulers, And high is its stature above thick branches, And it appeareth in its height In the multitude of its thin shoots.

מַטּ֣וֹת ma.Tot “branches of”

And it is plucked up in fury, To the earth it hath been cast, And the east wind hath dried up its fruit, Broken and withered hath been the rod of its strength, Fire hath consumed it.

מַטֵּ֥ה ma.Teh “[the] branch of”

And go forth doth fire from a rod of its boughs, Its fruit it hath devoured, And it hath no rod of strength -- a sceptre to rule, Lamentation it `is' -- and it is for a lamentation!'

מִמַּטֵּ֤ה (מַּטֵּ֤ה) ma.Teh “[the] branch of”מַטֵּה־ ma.teh- “a branch of”