Ezekiel 19
1 Moreover take thou up a lamentation for the princes of Israel,
Israel phoeiah khoboei rhoek ham na rhahlung phueih pah laeh.
2 And say: Why did thy mother the lioness lie down among the lions, and bring up her whelps 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 brought out one of her whelps, and he became a lion: and he learned to catch the prey, and to devour 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 nations heard of him, and took him, but not without receiving wounds: and they brought him in chains into 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 But she seeing herself weakened, and that her hope was lost, took one of her young lions, and set him up for 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 went up and down among the lions, and became a lion: and he learned to catch the 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 lay waste their cities: and the land became desolate, and the fulness thereof by the noise 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 nations Game together against him on every side out of the provinces, and they spread their net over him, in their wounds he was taken.
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 brought him in chains to the king of Babylon: and they cast him into prison, that his voice should no more 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 Thy mother is like a vine in thy blood planted by the water: her fruit and her branches have grown out of many waters.
Na nu te misur bangla nang thii neh tui taengah a phung. Tui a yet dongah pungtai tih bu.
11 And she hath strong rods to make sceptres for them that bear rule, and her stature was exalted among the branches: and she saw her height in 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 plucked up in wrath, and cast on the ground, and the burning wind dried up her fruit: her strong rods are withered, and dried up: the fire hath devoured 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 is transplanted into the desert, in a land not passable, and dry.
Te dongah rhamrhae neh tuihalh khohmuen kah khosoek ah a phung coeng.
14 And a fire is gone out from a rod of her branches, which hath devoured her fruit: so that she now hath no strong rod, to be a sceptre of rulers. This is a lamentation, and it shall be for 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.
