Ezekiel 19
1 Take up now a song of grief for the ruler of Israel, and say,
“Ma gị onwe gị, bụọrọnụ ndịisi Izrel abụ akwa a,
2 What was your mother? Like a she-lion among lions, stretched out among the young lions she gave food to her little ones.
ma kwuo, “‘Ụdị nne Ọdụm gịnị ka nne gị bụ nʼetiti ụmụ ọdụm. Ọ dinara nʼetiti ha, na-azụ ụmụ ya.
3 And one of her little ones came to growth under her care, and became a young lion, learning to go after beasts for his food; and he took men for his meat.
Ọ zụlitere otu nʼime ụmụ ya nke ghọrọ nwa ọdụm siri ike. Ọ mụtakwara ka e si adọrisi anụ ọhịa, ghọọ ọdụm na-eri mmadụ.
4 And the nations had news of him; he was taken in the hole they had made: and, pulling him with hooks, they took him into the land of Egypt.
Mba niile nụrụ maka ihe banyere ya, mee ka ọ danye nʼolulu ha gwuru. Ha ji nko koro ya, duru ya gaa nʼala Ijipt.
5 Now when she saw that her hope was made foolish and gone, she took another of her little ones and made him into a young lion.
“‘Mgbe ọ hụrụ na ọ dịkwaghị ihe ọzọ o nwere ike ime banyere ọnọdụ ahụ, matakwa na olileanya ya abụrụla ihe efu, ọ họpụtara nwa ya ọzọ kuziere ya otu ọ ga-esi bụrụ ọdụm dị ike.
6 And he went up and down among the lions and became a young lion, learning to go after beasts for his food; and he took men for his meat.
Ọ ghọrọ onyeisi ụmụ ọdụm niile, nʼihi na ọ bụ ọdụm siri ike, ọ mụtakwara ka e si ejide anụ ọhịa, ya onwe ya ghọkwara ọdụm na-eri mmadụ.
7 And he sent destruction on their widows and made waste their towns; and the land and everything in it became waste because of the loud sound of his voice.
O tikpọrọ ebe ha niile e wusiri ike meekwa obodo ha niile mkpọmkpọ ebe. Ala ahụ na ndị niile nọ nʼime ya, mara jijiji site nʼoke egwu nʼihi olu ịgbọ ụja ya.
8 Then the nations came against him from the kingdoms round about: their net was stretched over him and he was taken in the hole they had made.
Mgbe ahụ, ndị agha nke mba niile dị iche iche pụtara gbaa ya gburugburu. Ha sitere nʼakụkụ niile nwude ya nʼọnya olulu ha siiri ya.
9 They made him a prisoner with hooks, and took him to the king of Babylon; they put him in the strong place so that his voice might be sounding no longer on the mountains of Israel.
Ha tinyere ya nko nʼimi, were dọkpuo ya nʼụlọ igwe a kpara akpa, bute ya nʼihu eze Babilọn. E mere ka o biri na mba ọzọ dịka ohu, ka a ghara ịnụ ụda olu ya ọzọ nʼugwu niile nke Izrel.
10 Your mother was in comparison like a vine, planted by the waters: she was fertile and full of branches because of the great waters.
“‘Nne gị dịka osisi vaịnị nʼogige vaịnị a kụrụ nʼakụkụ mmiri, nke nwere ọtụtụ alaka, nke na-amịkwa mkpụrụ nʼihi mmiri ọ na-enweta.
11 And she had a strong rod for a rod of authority for the rulers, and it became tall among the clouds and it was seen lifted up among the number of its branches.
Alaka ya niile siri ike, ha topụtara ghọọ mkpara eze. O topụrụ etopụ, tokarịa alaka ndị ọzọ elu. Nke a mere e ji na-ahụ ya anya site nʼebe dị anya.
12 But she was uprooted in burning wrath, and made low on the earth; the east wind came, drying her up, and her branches were broken off; her strong rod became dry, the fire made a meal of it.
Ma e ji oke iwe hopu ya tụpụ ya nʼala. Oke ifufe si nʼọwụwa anyanwụ mere ka akwụkwọ ya kpọnwụsịa, meekwa ka mkpụrụ ya daa. Alaka ya ndị ahụ dị ike kpọnwụsịrị, ọkụ rechapụkwara ha niile.
13 And now she is planted in the waste land, in a dry and unwatered country.
Ugbu a, akụọla ya nʼime ọzara ebe kpọrọ nkụ nke mmiri na-adịghị.
14 And fire has gone out from her rod, causing the destruction of her branches, so that there is no strong rod in her to be the ruler's rod of authority. This is a song of grief, and it was for a song of grief.
Ọkụ esitela nʼogwe ya rechapụ alaka ya na mkpụrụ ya niile. Ọ dịkwaghị alaka siri ike fọdụrụ nke dịkwa mma ịbụ mkpara eze.’ Abụ a bụ abụ akwa, nke e kwesiri ịbụ mgbe ịkwa akwa.”
