Jezekiel 19

1 Moreover do you take up a lamentation for the prince of Israel,

“Chwog wend ywak moro mondo iywag-go yawuot ruodhi mag Israel,

2 and say, Why is your mother become a whelp in the midst of lions? in the midst of lions she has multiplied her whelps.

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 And one of her whelps sprang forth; he became a lion, and learnt to take prey, he devoured men.

Ne opidho achiel kuom nyithinde mi odoko sibuor maratego. Ne opuonjore mako le kendo odoko jacham ji.

4 And the nations heard a report of him; he was caught in their pit, and they brought him into the land of Egypt in chains.

Pinje nowinjo humbe kendo ne gikunyone bur mi onyumore. Ne giywaye gi nyororo mi gitere nyaka e piny Misri.

5 And she saw that he was driven away from her, [and] her hope [of him] perished, and she took another of her whelps; she made him a lion.

“‘Kane oneno ka genone ok ochopo, ka gik mane ogeno yudo oyombe, nokawo nyathine machielo, kendo nolose obedo sibuor maratego.

6 And he went up and down in the midst of lions, he became a lion, and learnt to take prey, he devoured men.

Ne oruto e dier sibuoche, nikech koro nosedoko sibuor maratego. Nopuonjore mako le kendo nodoko jacham ji.

7 And he prowled in his boldness and laid waste their cities, and made the land desolate, and the fullness of it, by the voice 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 upon him from the countries round about, and they spread their nets upon him: he was taken in their pit.

Eka pinje noriworene momonje, pinje duto mane oa e gwenge molwore. Ne gikunyone bur mi onyumore.

9 And they put him in chains and in a cage, [and] he came to the king of Babylon; and he cast him into prison, that his voice should not be heard 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 as a vine and as a blossom on a pomegranate tree, planted by water: her fruit and her shoot abounded by reason of much water.

“‘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 And she became a rod for a tribe of princes, and was elevated in her bulk in the midst of [other] trees, and she saw her bulk in the multitude of her branches.

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 she was broken down in wrath, she was cast upon the ground, and the east wind dried up her choice [branches]: vengeance came upon them, and the rod of her strength was withered; fire consumed it.

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 And now they have planted her in the wilderness, in a dry land.

Koro tinde opidhe e piny motimo ongoro, ma en piny motwo kendo man-gi riyo.

14 And fire is gone out of a rod of her choice [boughs], and has devoured her; and there was no rod of strength in her. Her race is become a parable of lamentation, and it shall be for a lamentation.

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.”