Ezekiel 19
1 Take up now a song of grief for the ruler of Israel, and say,
“Momma Israel mmapɔmma ho kwadwom
2 What was your mother? Like a she-lion among lions, stretched out among the young lions she gave food to her little ones.
na monka sɛ: “‘Na wo maame yɛ gyatabereɛ mu soronko wɔ agyata mu! Ɔdaa gyataburuwa mu yɛnee ne mma.
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.
Ɔyɛn ne mma no mu baako ma ɔbɛyɛɛ gyata ɔhoɔdenfoɔ. Ɔsuaa sɛdeɛ wɔtete ahaboa mu, na ɔwee nnipa nam.
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.
Amanaman no tee ne nka, na wɔn amena yii no. Wɔguu no nkapo de no kɔɔ Misraim asase so.
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.
“‘Ɛberɛ a ɔhunuu sɛ nʼanidasoɔ anyɛ hɔ, na deɛ ɔrehwɛ anim ayera no, ɔfaa ne ba foforɔ yɛɛ no gyata ɔhoɔdenfoɔ.
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.
Ɔkyinkyinii agyata no mu ɛfiri sɛ na wayɛ gyata hoɔdenfoɔ. Ɔsuaa sɛdeɛ wɔtete ahaboa mu na ɔwee nnipa nam.
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.
Ɔbubuu wɔn abandenden na ɔsɛee wɔn nkuro. Asase no ne wɔn a wɔte so nyinaa no, ne mmobomu bɔɔ wɔn hu.
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.
Afei amanaman no sɔre tiaa no, wɔn a wɔfiri nsase a atwa ahyia no so. Wɔguu no asau kyeree no wɔ wɔn amena mu.
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.
Wɔde nnarewa twee no kɔhyɛɛ ebuo mu na wɔde no brɛɛ Babilonia ɔhene. Wɔde no too nneduafie, na wɔante ne mmobomu no bio wɔ Israel mmepɔ no so.
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.
“‘Na wo maame te sɛ bobedua a wɔtɛɛ no nsuo ho wɔ wo bobeturo mu. Na ɛso aba, na ɛyiyii mman nsuo a ɔnya no bebree no enti.
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.
Ne mman yɛɛ den yie ɛdi mu sɛ wɔde yɛ ahemfo ahempoma. Ɛkorɔn, bunkam faa nhahan a ayɛ kuhaa no so, ne sorokɔ ne ne mman bebree no maa no yɛɛ sononko.
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.
Nanso wɔde abufuhyeɛ tuu nʼase de no hwee fam. Apueeɛ mframa maa no kasaeɛ, ɛso aba tete guiɛ; na ne mman a ɛwɔ ahoɔden no twintwameeɛ na ogya hyeeɛ.
13 And now she is planted in the waste land, in a dry and unwatered country.
Afei wɔakɔtɛ no wɔ ɛserɛ so asase wesee a nsuo nni muo.
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.
Ogya trɛ firii ne mman baako so na ɛhyee nʼaba. Anka mman a ɛwɔ ahoɔden baako mpo wɔ so deɛ wɔde yɛ ahemfo ahempoma ma ɛyɛ yie no.’ Yei yɛ kwadwom, na ma wɔnto no saa ara.”
