Ezekiel 19
1 “And you, lift up a lamentation to princes of Israel,
Na whakahuatia he tangi mo nga rangatira o Iharaira,
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.
Mea atu hoki, He aha tou whaea? He raiona uha: i roto ia i nga raiona e takoto ana, ko ana kuao he mea whakatupu nana i roto i nga raiona,
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.
Na atawhaitia ake ana e ia tetahi o ana kuao; kua rahi: kua ako ki te hopu tupapaku mana; kua kai tangata.
4 And nations hear of him, He has been caught in their pit, And they bring him to the land of Egypt in chains.
I rongo ano nga iwi ki a ia; i mau ia ki roto ki ta ratou poka; na kawea ana e ratou, mekameka rawa, ki te whenua o Ihipa.
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.
Na, i tona kitenga he tatari kau tana a kua kore tana i tumanako ai, na, ka mau ki tetahi atu o ana kuao, meinga ana e ia hei kuao rahi.
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.
Na kei te haereere tera i roto i nga raiona, kua rahi, kua ako ki te hopu tupapaku mana: kua kai tangata.
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.
I mohio ano ia ki o ratou whare kingi, whakaururuatia ana e ia o ratou pa, moti iho te whenua me ona tini mea i te haruru o tona hamama.
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.
Katahi ia ka whakaekea e nga iwi o nga kawanatanga i tetahi taha, i tetahi taha; horahia ana e ratou he kupenga ki runga ki a ia; kua mau ia ki roto ki ta ratou poka.
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.
Na ka tutakina atu ia, mea rawa ki te mekameka, ka kawea ki te kingi o Papurona: i kawea ia ki nga pa kaha, kia kore ai tona reo e rangona i muri ki runga ki nga maunga o Iharaira.
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.
I rite tou whaea ki te waina, ou toto na ano, he mea whakato ki te taha o nga wai: he mea whai hua, he mea whai manga, he maha hoki no nga wai.
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.
He peka kaha ano ona hei hepeta mo nga kingi; purero tonu ratou, roa tonu, i roto i nga manga pururu, i kitea atu ratou e purero ana, me ona manga maha.
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.
Otiia i hutia ia i runga i te aritarita, maka iho ki te whenua, maroke ake ona hua i te hau marangai: i whatiwhatiia ona peka kaha, maroke ake; kainga ake e te ahi.
13 And now she is planted in a wilderness, In a dry and thirsty land.
Na inaianei kua oti ia te whakato ki te koraha, ki te whenua maroke, waikore.
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 kua puta atu he ahi i roto i nga peka o ona manga, pau ake ona hua; kore ake ona peka kaha hei hepeta kingi. He tangi tenei, ka waiho ano hei tangi.
