Ezekiel 19
1 “As for you, take up a lament for the princes of Israel
“Chwog wend ywak moro mondo iywag-go yawuot ruodhi mag Israel,
2 and say: ‘What was your mother? A lioness among the lions! She lay down among the young lions; she reared her cubs.
kendo iywag kiwacho niya, “‘Mano kaka minu ne en sibuor madhako malich e dier sibuoche! Ne onindo e dier sibuoche matindo kendo ne opidho nyithinde.
3 She brought up one of her cubs, and he became a young lion. After learning to tear his prey, he devoured men.
Ne opidho achiel kuom nyithinde mi odoko sibuor maratego. Ne opuonjore mako le kendo odoko jacham ji.
4 When the nations heard of him, he was trapped in their pit. With hooks they led him away to the land of Egypt.
Pinje nowinjo humbe kendo ne gikunyone bur mi onyumore. Ne giywaye gi nyororo mi gitere nyaka e piny Misri.
5 When she saw that she had waited in vain, that her hope was lost, she took another of her cubs and made him a young lion.
“‘Kane oneno ka genone ok ochopo, ka gik mane ogeno yudo oyombe, nokawo nyathine machielo, kendo nolose obedo sibuor maratego.
6 He prowled among the lions, and became a young lion. After learning to tear his prey, he devoured men.
Ne oruto e dier sibuoche, nikech koro nosedoko sibuor maratego. Nopuonjore mako le kendo nodoko jacham ji.
7 He broke down their strongholds and devastated their cities. The land and everything in it shuddered at the sound of his roaring.
Ne omuko ohinga mag-gi motegno kendo noketho miechgi chuth. Piny kaachiel gi ji duto mane ni e iye luoro nomako kane giwinje koruto.
8 Then the nations set out against him from the provinces on every side. They spread their net over him; he was trapped in their pit.
Eka pinje noriworene momonje, pinje duto mane oa e gwenge molwore. Ne gikunyone bur mi onyumore.
9 With hooks they caged him and brought him to the king of Babylon. They brought him into captivity so that his roar was heard no longer on the mountains of Israel.
Ne gitweye gi nyororo mi giywaye oko kendo negikele ne ruodh Babulon. Ne gitere e od twech, mondo omi ruto mare kik winjre, kendo ewi gode mag Israel.
10 Your mother was like a vine in your vineyard, planted by the water; it was fruitful and full of branches because of the abundant waters.
“‘Minu ne chalo gi yiend mzabibu e puothi mar mzabibu mopidhi but pi; ne onyak maber kendo nopongʼ gi bedene nikech pi mane ngʼeny.
11 It had strong branches, fit for a ruler’s scepter. It towered high above the thick branches, conspicuous for its height and for its dense foliage.
Bedene ne otegno, kendo noromo bedo ludh loch mar ruoth. Nodongo marabora moyombo yiende duto, kendo nochungʼ maonge yien mipimego nikech bedene mathoth mane en-go,
12 But it was uprooted in fury, cast down to the ground, and the east wind dried up its fruit. Its strong branches were stripped off and they withered; the fire consumed them.
To kata kamano, ne opudhe gi mirima mager mi ogoye piny. Yamo ma aa yo wuok chiengʼ nomiyo oner; olembege ne olwer mogol kuome; kendo bedene maroteke bende notwo mi mach nowangʼogi.
13 Now it is planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty land.
Koro tinde opidhe e piny motimo ongoro, ma en piny motwo kendo man-gi riyo.
14 Fire has gone out from its main branch and devoured its fruit; on it no strong branch remains fit for a ruler’s scepter.’ This is a lament and shall be used as a lament.”
Mach nolandore koa e achiel kuom bedene madongo mi nowangʼo olembene. Onge bade motegno mane owe kuome moromo bedo ludh loch mar jatelo.’ Ma en wend ywak kendo onego oti kode kaka wend ywak.”
