Ezekiel 19
1 “And you, lift up a lamentation to princes of Israel,
Hothloilah, Isarel khobawinaw hanlah kalung na sak pouh hane teh,
2 and you have said: What [is] your mother? A lioness, She has crouched down among lions, She has multiplied her whelps in the midst of young lions.
Na manu teh api nama, Sendek napui doeh, a canaw kawkhik laihoi Sendekcanaw koe a tabo.
3 And she brings up one of her whelps, He has been a young lion, And he learns to tear prey, He has devoured man.
A kawkhik e a ca buet touh teh sendektan lah ao teh, kahrawngum e moithangnaw kei hanelah na taminaw hai ouk a kei.
4 And nations hear of him, He has been caught in their pit, And they bring him to the land of Egypt in chains.
Miphunnaw ni a thai awh teh, kadungpoung e tangkom dawk a pabo awh, sum hoi a taren awh teh, Izip ram dawk a phakhai.
5 And as she waited she sees that her hope has perished, And she takes one of her whelps, She has made him a young lion.
A manu ni lungpout laipalah ayawmyin lah a ring, bout a sak, sendektanca lah o nahanlah,
6 And he goes up and down in the midst of lions, He has been a young lion, And he learns to tear prey, He has devoured man.
Sendektancanaw koe pou ka paitun e sendektanca lah ao dawkvah, moi kei nahanelah a kamtu teh na taminaw hah a kei.
7 And he knows his forsaken habitations, And he has laid waste [to] their cities, And the land and its fullness is desolate, Because of the voice of his roaring.
Ahnimae moi kamenaw hah a panue teh, ahnimae khopuinaw be a raphoe pouh, a huknae pawlawk dawk ram hoi tami pueng teh kingdi awh.
8 And surrounding nations set against him from the provinces. And they spread out their net for him, He has been caught in their pit.
Miphunnaw a kamkhueng awh teh, ram pueng ni a tuk awh. Tamlawk rui hoi a kalup awh. Kadungpoung e tangkom dawkvah, a pabo awh.
9 And they put him in prison—in chains, And they bring him to the king of Babylon, They bring him into bulwarks, So that his voice is not heard On mountains of Israel anymore.
Sumrui hoi a pâkhi awh teh, Babilon siangpahrang koe a thokhai awh. Ahnie a pawlawk teh, Isarel mon dawk bout a cai hoeh nahan, paungnae im dawk a hruek awh.
10 Your mother, like the vine in your blood, Is being planted by waters, She was bearing fruit and full of boughs, Because of many waters.
Nange na manu teh nang hoi na kâvan teh tui teng ung e misurkung patetlah ao. Tui apap dawkvah abu a rung teh a paw moikapap a paw.
11 And she has strong rods for scepters of rulers, And she is high in stature above—between thick branches, And it appears in its height In the multitude of its thin shoots.
Kaukkungnaw hane sonron hanelah ka khaw e a kangnaw lah a coung. Abu a rung teh a kang a rasang teh a kamnue.
12 And she is plucked up in fury, She has been cast to the earth, And the east wind has dried up her fruit, [The] rod of her strength has been broken and withered, Fire has consumed it.
Hatei, lungkhueknae bahu hoi a khoe teh, talai dawk ka rawm e lah ao toe. Kanîtholae kahlî ni a palek teh a paw kung a ke sak. Hmaipalai hoi kak sak e lah ao toe.
13 And now she is planted in a wilderness, In a dry and thirsty land.
Atu teh, tui a ohoehnae ka ke e kahrawngum vah ung e lah ao toe.
14 And fire goes forth from a rod of her boughs, It has devoured her fruit, And she has no rod of strength—a scepter to rule, A lamentation—and she has become for a lamentation!”
A kang dawk hoi hmaipalai a tâco teh, koung a kuet, a pawnaw pueng be a ca toe. A kang awm hoeh toe. Kaukkungnaw e sonron hanelah, hetheh kalungla doeh, khuinae koe hno hane doeh.
