Ezekiel 19
1 Moreover take you up a lamentation for the princes of Israel,
“Chema pamusoro pamachinda eIsraeri
2 And say, What is your mother? A lioness: she lay down among lions, she nourished her whelps among young lions.
uti: “‘Mai vako vaiva shumbakadzi yakadii pakati peshumba! Yaivata pasi pakati peshumba duku uye yairera vana vayo.
3 And she brought up one of her whelps: it became a young lion, and it learned to catch the prey; it devoured men.
Yakarera mumwe mwana wayo, ikava shumba yakasimba. Yakadzidza kubvambura nyama, uye yaidya vanhu.
4 The nations also heard of him; he was taken in their pit, and they brought him with chains unto the land of Egypt.
Ndudzi dzakanzwa nezvayo, dzikaibata muhunza yadzo. Vakaenda nayo nezvikokovono kunyika yeIjipiti.
5 Now when she saw that she had waited, and her hope was lost, then she took another of her whelps, and made him a young lion.
“‘Yakati ichiona kuti tariro yayo haina kuzadziswa, yarasikirwa nezvayakanga yakatarisira, yakatora mumwe wevana vayo ndokumuita shumba yakasimba.
6 And he went up and down among the lions, he became a young lion, and learned to catch the prey, and devoured men.
Yakafamba ichinyahwaira pakati peshumba, nokuti yakanga yava shumba ine simba zvino. Yakadzidza kubvambura chayabata uye yaidya vanhu.
7 And he knew their desolate palaces, and he laid waste their cities; and the land was desolate, and the fullness thereof, by the noise of his roaring.
Yakakoromora nhare dzavo uye ikaparadza maguta avo. Nyika navose vaivamo vakavhundutswa nokuomba kwayo.
8 Then the nations set against him on every side from the provinces, and spread their net over him: he was taken in their pit.
Ipapo ndudzi dzakarwisana nayo, vaya vaibva kumatunhu akapoteredza. Vakaikandira mambure, iyo ndokubatwa muhunza yavo.
9 And they put him in ward in chains, and brought him to the king of Babylon: they brought him into holds, that his voice should no more be heard upon the mountains of Israel.
Vakaipinza muchizarira nezvikokovono vakandoiisa kuna mambo weBhabhironi. Vakaiisa mutorongo, saka kuomba kwayo hakuna kuzonzwikwazve pamakomo aIsraeri.
10 Your mother is like a vine in your blood, planted by the waters: she was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters.
“‘Mai vako vakanga vakaita somuzambiringa mumunda wako wemizambiringa, wakasimwa pane mvura; wakanga une zvibereko uye uzere namatavi nokuda kwemvura zhinji.
11 And she had strong rods for the sceptres of them that bare rule, and her stature was exalted among the thick branches, and she appeared in her height with the multitude of her branches.
Matavi awo akanga akasimba, akanakira kuva tsvimbo yomutongi. Wakanga wakareba kwazvo pamusoro pamatavi makobvu akapfumvutira, waionekera kumusoro-soro nokuda kwourefu hwawo, uye nokuda kwamatavi awo mazhinji.
12 But she was plucked up in fury, she was cast down to the ground, and the east wind dried up her fruit: her strong rods were broken and withered; the fire consumed them.
Asi wakadzurwa nehasha ndokukandwa pasi. Mhepo yokumabvazuva yakauomesa, ukazunzwa michero yawo; matavi awo akasimba akaoma, uye moto ukaapisa.
13 And now she is planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty ground.
Zvino wakasimwa mugwenga, munyika yakaoma ine nyota.
14 And fire is gone out of a rod of her branches, which has devoured her fruit, so that she has no strong rod to be a sceptre to rule. This is a lamentation, and shall be for a lamentation.
Moto wakapambira uchibva kune rimwe davi rawo guru ndokupisa michero yawo. Hapana davi rakasimba rakasara pauri rakanakira kuva tsvimbo yomutongi.’ Uku kuchema uye kunofanira kushandiswa pakuchema.”
