Lamentations 1
1 See her seated by herself, the town which was full of people! She who was great among the nations has become like a widow! She who was a princess among the countries has come under the yoke of forced work!
Lee ka obodo ahụ nke ndị ya dị ọtụtụ si bụrụ ebe tọgbọrọ nʼefu! Lee ka o si ghọọ nwanyị di ya nwụrụ, bụ obodo ahụ a maara aha ya nʼetiti mba niile. Lee ka onye naara abụ eze nwanyị nʼetiti ala niile a na-achị achị si ghọọ ohu.
2 She is sorrowing bitterly in the night, and her face is wet with weeping; among all her lovers she has no comforter: all her friends have been false to her, they have become her haters.
Ọ na-akwasị akwa ike nʼabalị, anya mmiri na-asọdakwa na nti ya, nʼetiti ndị ahụ niile hụrụ ya nʼanya, ọ dịghị onye na-akasị ya obi. Ndị enyi ya niile aghọgbuola ya; ha niile aghọọla ndị iro ya.
3 Judah has been taken away as a prisoner because of trouble and hard work; her living-place is among the nations, there is no rest for her: all her attackers have overtaken her in a narrow place.
Juda ejeela biri nʼala ọzọ, mgbe o siri nʼọnọdụ mweda nʼala na ndọgbu nʼọrụ pụta. Ọ na-ebi nʼetiti mba dị iche iche, ma ọ chọtaghị ebe izuike ọbụla. Nʼetiti nhụju anya ya ndị niile na-achụ ya ọsọ achụkwutela ya.
4 The ways of Zion are sad, because no one comes to the holy meeting; all her doorways are made waste, her priests are breathing out sorrow: her virgins are troubled, and it is bitter for her.
Okporoụzọ niile e si eje Zayọn na-eru ụjụ, nʼihi na ọ dịghị onye na-abịakwa na mmemme ndị ahụ a kara aka. Ọnụ ụzọ ama ya niile atọgbọrọla nʼefu, ndị nchụaja ya na-asụ ude, ụmụ agbọghọ nọ nʼọnọdụ mwute, ya onwe ya nọkwa nʼọnọdụ dị ilu.
5 Those who are against her have become the head, everything goes well for her haters; for the Lord has sent sorrow on her because of the great number of her sins: her young children have gone away as prisoners before the attacker.
Ndị iro ya aghọọla ndị na-achị ya; ndị iro ya nọ nʼahụ udo. Nʼihi na Onyenwe anyị emekpaala ya ahụ, nʼihi ịba ụba nke njehie ya niile. E burula ụmụntakịrị ya bulaa mba ọzọ, dịka ndị a dọtara nʼagha.
6 And all her glory has gone from the daughter of Zion: her rulers have become like harts with no place for food, and they have gone in flight without strength before the attacker.
Ịma mma niile esitela nʼahụ ada Zayọn pụọ. Ụmụ eze ya dị ka ele nke na-enweghị ike ịchọta ebe ịta nri. Nʼihi adịghị ike ha, ha esitela nʼihu ndị na-achụ ha ọsọ gbalaga.
7 Jerusalem keeps in mind, in the days of her sorrow and of her wanderings, all the desired things which were hers in days gone by; when her people came into the power of her hater and she had no helper, her attackers saw their desire effected on her and made sport of her destruction.
Nʼụbọchị ndị ahụ niile e wedara ya nʼala, Jerusalem echetala akụ ndị ahụ niile bụ nke ya na mgbe ochie. Jerusalem echetala ha nʼụbọchị ndị ahụ niile ọ na-awagharị. Mgbe ndị ya dabara nʼaka ndị iro ya, o nweghị onye inyeaka ha hụrụ. Nʼoge ahụ, ndị iro ya hụrụ ọnọdụ ya, chịa ya ọchị.
8 Great is the sin of Jerusalem; for this cause she has become an unclean thing: all those who gave her honour are looking down on her, because they have seen her shame: now truly, breathing out grief, she is turned back.
Jerusalem emehiela nke ukwu, nʼezie, ọ ghọọla ihe rụrụ arụ. Ndị ahụ niile na-asọpụrụ ya na mbụ elelịala ya anya, nʼihi na ha ahụla ọtọ ya. Ya onwe ya kwa na-asụ ude, ma chigharịakwa azụ.
9 In her skirts were her unclean ways; she gave no thought to her end; and her fall has been a wonder; she has no comforter: see her sorrow, O Lord; for the attacker is lifted up.
Ịrụ arụ ya pụtara ihe, ọ bụladị nʼuwe ya. Ọ dịkwaghị mgbe o chere echiche banyere ihe dị na-eche ya nʼoge dị nʼihu. Lee ka o si daa, dasie ike, ma ọ dịghị onye bịara kasịe ya obi. “Onyenwe anyị, lee nsogbu m niile. Lee ka ndị iro si merie m.”
10 The hand of her hater is stretched out over all her desired things; for she has seen that the nations have come into her holy place, about whom you gave orders that they were not to come into the meeting of your people.
Onye iro agbasaala aka ya chịkọtaa akụ ya niile. O ji anya ya hụ ka mba ndị ọzọ dị iche iche si bata ebe nsọ ya. Ndị ahụ na-ekwesighị ịbata bụ ndị batara nʼebe nzukọ gị.
11 Breathing out grief all her people are looking for bread; they have given their desired things for food to give them life: see, O Lord, and take note; for she has become a thing of shame.
Ndị ya niile na-asụ ude mgbe ha na-achọ ihe ha ga-eri. Ha na-ewere ihe ha nwere nye nʼihi oriri, ime ka ha nwee ike dịrị ndụ. “Onyenwe anyị, lee, ma tuleekwa ihe ndị a niile, nʼihi na abụrụla m onye a na-elelị.”
12 Come to me, all you who go by! Keep your eyes on me, and see if there is any pain like the pain of my wound, which the Lord has sent on me in the day of his burning wrath.
“Ọ bụ na ọ dịghị emetụ unu nʼobi, unu ndị niile na-esi ebe a na-agafe? Legharịanụ anya unu ka unu hụrụ. O nwere ahụhụ dịka ahụhụ m, nke e mere ka ọ bịakwasị m, bụ nke Onyenwe anyị mere ka ọ bịakwasị m, nʼụbọchị ọ na-ewe iwe ya dị ọkụ?
13 From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.
“O si nʼelu zite ọkụ, e, o zitere ọkụ nke na-ere nʼime ọkpụkpụ m. Ọ gbasara ụgbụ nʼebe ụkwụ m ga-esi gafee, meekwa ka m laghachi azụ. O mere ka m bụrụ ihe tọgbọrọ nʼefu, onye na-ada mba ogologo ụbọchị niile.
14 A watch is kept on my sins; they are joined together by his hand, they have come on to my neck; he has made my strength give way: the Lord has given me up into the hands of those against whom I have no power.
“Ọ na-eleru anya na mmehie m niile; jiri aka ya na-akpa ha dịka ụdọ. A nyakwasịla ya nʼolu m. Onyenwe anyị emeela ka ike gwụsịa m. O werela m nyefee nʼaka ndị ahụ m na-apụghị iguzogide.
15 The Lord has made sport of all my men of war in me, he has got men together against me to send destruction on my young men: the virgin daughter of Judah has been crushed like grapes under the feet of the Lord.
“Onyenwe anyị ajụla ndị niile bụ dike nʼagha nọ nʼetiti m. Ọ kpọkuola usuu ndị agha ka ha bịa buo agha megide m, ka ha bịa gwepịa ụmụ okorobịa m niile. Nʼebe ịzọcha mkpụrụ vaịnị ya ka Onyenwe anyị zọchara ada Juda na-amaghị nwoke.
16 For these things I am weeping; my eye is streaming with water; because the comforter who might give me new life is far from me: my children are made waste, because the hater is strong.
“Ọ bụ nke a mere m ji akwa akwa. Ọ bụ ya mekwara anya mmiri ji ju m anya. O nweghị onye nkasiobi ọbụla nọ m nso; o nwekwaghị onye ga-akpọghachi mkpụrụobi m. Ụmụ m atọgbọla nʼefu, nʼihi na onye iro emeriela.”
17 Zion's hands are outstretched; she has no comforter; the Lord has given orders to the attackers of Jacob round about him: Jerusalem has become like an unclean thing among them.
Lee ka Zayọn si gbasapụ aka ya ma o nweghị onye nkasiobi o nwere. Onyenwe anyị enyela iwu banyere Jekọb na ndị agbataobi ya ga-aghọ ndị iro ya. Jerusalem aghọkwaala ihe rụrụ arụ nʼetiti ha.
18 The Lord is upright; for I have gone against his orders: give ear, now, all you peoples, and see my pain, my virgins and my young men have gone away as prisoners.
“Ma Onyenwe anyị bụ onye ezi omume. Ọ bụ mụ onwe m nupuru isi nʼiwu ya. Geenụ ntị unu ndị niile, leenụ anya nʼụdị ahụhụ dakwasịrị m. A dọtala ụmụ okorobịa na ụmụ agbọghọbịa m niile nʼagha buru ha jee mba ọzọ.
19 I sent for my lovers, but they were false to me: my priests and my responsible men were breathing their last breath in the town, while they were looking for food to give them new life.
“Akpọkuru m ndị mụ na ha dị na mma, ma ha ghọgburu m. Ndị nchụaja m na ndị okenye m nwụrụ nʼime obodo mgbe ha nọ na-achọta nri ha ga-eji debe onwe ha ndụ.
20 See, O Lord, for I am in trouble; the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved; my heart is turned in me; for I have been uncontrolled: outside the children are put to the sword, and in the house there is death.
“Lee, Onyenwe anyị, ka m si bụrụ onye ahụhụ dị ukwuu dakwasịrị. Ime anụ ahụ m na-anụ ọkụ, obi m kwa enweghị izuike nʼime m nʼihi na onye nnupu isi dị ukwuu ka m bụ. Nʼezi, ọ bụ mma agha ka a ga-eji mee ka mmadụ gbara aka nwa. Ma nʼime ụlọ, ọ bụ naanị ọnwụ dị ya.
21 Give ear to the voice of my grief; I have no comforter; all my haters have news of my troubles, they are glad because you have done it: let the day of fate come when they will be like me.
“Ndị mmadụ anụla olu ịsụ ude m, ma o nweghị onye bịara ịkasị m obi. Ndị iro m niile anụla akụkọ ihe ọjọọ dakwasịrị m, ma ha na-aṅụrịkwa ọṅụ nʼihi ihe i mere ka ọ bịakwasị m. Mee ka ụbọchị ahụ i kara aka bịa, nke ga-eme ka ha dịrị ka m dị.
22 Let all their evil-doing come before you; do to them as you have done to me for all my sins: for loud is the sound of my grief, and the strength of my heart is gone.
“Kwere ka ihe ọjọọ niile ha na-eme bịa nʼihu gị. Mesokwa ha mmeso dịka i si mesoo m nʼihi mmehie niile nke m. Nʼihi na ịsụ ude m dị ọtụtụ, ana m adakwa mba nʼobi m.”
