Jezekiel 19
1 Moreover do you take up a lamentation for the prince of Israel,
“Ma gị onwe gị, bụọrọnụ ndịisi Izrel abụ akwa a,
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.
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 whelps sprang forth; he became a lion, and learnt to take prey, he devoured men.
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 heard a report of him; he was caught in their pit, and they brought him into the land of Egypt in chains.
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 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.
“‘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 in the midst of lions, he became a lion, and learnt to take prey, he devoured men.
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 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.
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 set upon him from the countries round about, and they spread their nets upon him: he was taken in their pit.
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 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.
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 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.
“‘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 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.
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 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.
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 they have planted her in the wilderness, in a dry land.
Ugbu a, akụọla ya nʼime ọzara ebe kpọrọ nkụ nke mmiri na-adịghị.
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.
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.”
