Ezekiel 19
1 “And as for you, take up a lament over the leaders of Israel,
Israel phoeiah khoboei rhoek ham na rhahlung phueih pah laeh.
2 and you shall say: Why did your mother, the lioness, recline among the male lions, and raise her little ones in the midst of young lions?
‘Sathueng lakli kah sathuengnu na nu te thui pah. Sathuengca lakli ah kol tih a ca khaw ping.
3 And she led away one of her little ones, and he became a lion. And he learned to seize prey and to consume men.
A ca lamkah pakhat te rhoeng tih, sathuengca la a om hatah maeh ngaeh ham a cang tih hlang a hnom.
4 And the Gentiles heard about him, and they seized him, but not without receiving wounds. And they led him away in chains to the land of Egypt.
Anih te namtom loh a yaak tih a vaam khuiah a tuuk uh. Te phoeiah thisum neh Egypt khohmuen la a pawk puei uh.
5 Then, when she had seen that she was weakened, and that her hope had perished, she took one of her little ones, and appointed him as a lion.
A ngaiuep bangla a hmuh vaengah a ngaiuepnah bing coeng dae a ca pakhat te a loh tih sathuengca la a khueh.
6 And he advanced among the lions, and he became a lion. And he learned to seize prey and to devour men.
Te vaengah sathueng lakli ah aka pongpa sathuengca la a om dongah, maeh ngaeh ham a cang tih hlang a hnom.
7 He learned to make widows, and to lead their citizens into the desert. And the land, with its plenitude, was made desolate by the voice of his roaring.
Amah kah lohnong te a ming vaengah a khopuei a khah pah tih, a kawknah ol dongah khohmuen khaw a pum la a rhawp sak.
8 And the Gentiles came together against him, on every side, from the provinces, and they spread their net over him; by their wounds, he was captured.
Te vaengah a kaepvai paeng lamkah namtom rhoek te anih taengah mop. Anih ham a lawk a tung uh tih a vaam khuiah a tuuk uh.
9 And they put him into a cage; they led him in chains to the king of Babylon. And they cast him into a prison, so that his voice would no longer be heard upon the mountains of Israel.
Thisum neh soi khuila a khueh uh tih Babylon manghai taengla a khuen uh phoeiah rhalvong khuiah a khueh uh. Te daengah ni a ol te Israel tlang ah a yaak uh voel pawh.
10 Your mother is like a vine, in your blood, planted by the water; her fruit and her branches have increased because of many waters.
Na nu te misur bangla nang thii neh tui taengah a phung. Tui a yet dongah pungtai tih bu.
11 And her strong branches were made into scepters for the rulers, and her stature was exalted among the branches. And she saw her own loftiness among the multitude of her branches.
A hlaeng te aka taemrhai kah mancai ham a rhilh om. A sang khaw a bu laklo ah sang tih a sang neh a hlaeng a khawk khaw a tueng pah.
12 But she was uprooted in wrath, and cast upon the ground. And the burning wind dried up her fruit. Her robust branches withered and were dried up. A fire consumed her.
Tedae kosi ah a phuk tih diklai la a voeih. Khothoeng yilh ah a thaih rhae tih rhul. A rhilh conghol khaw rhae tih hmai loh a hlawp.
13 And now she has been transplanted into the desert, into a land impassable and dry.
Te dongah rhamrhae neh tuihalh khohmuen kah khosoek ah a phung coeng.
14 And a fire has gone forth from a rod of her branches, which has consumed her fruit. And there is no strong branch in her to become a scepter for the rulers. This is a lamentation, and it shall be a lamentation.”
A hlaeng amah lamloh hmai puek tih a thaih a hlawp pah. Te dongah aka taemrhai ham mancai la caitueng a rhilh om pah pawh. He rhahlung khaw rhahlung la om coeng.
