Ezekiel 19
1 Moreover, take thou up a lamentation for the princes of Israel,
“Kọ orin ọ̀fọ̀ nítorí àwọn ọmọ-aládé Israẹli
2 and say: —How lay thy mother at ease, a lioness among lions! Among young lions she nourished her whelps;
wí pé: “‘Èwo nínú abo kìnnìún ni ìyá rẹ̀ ní àárín àwọn kìnnìún yòókù? Ó sùn ní àárín àwọn ọ̀dọ́ kìnnìún ó sì ń tọ́jú àwọn ọmọ rẹ̀.
3 And she brought up one of her whelps; He became a young lion, And he learned to seize the prey; he devoured men.
Ó sì tọ́ ọ̀kan nínú àwọn ọmọ rẹ̀ dàgbà, ó sì di kìnnìún tó ní agbára, ó kọ́ ọ láti ṣọdẹ, ó sì ń pa àwọn ènìyàn jẹ.
4 And when the nations heard of him, he was taken in their pit, And they brought him with nose-rings to the land of Egypt.
Àwọn orílẹ̀-èdè gbọ́ nípa rẹ̀, wọ́n sì fi ẹ̀wọ̀n mú un nínú iho wọn. Wọn fi ẹ̀wọ̀n mu nu lọ sí ilẹ̀ Ejibiti.
5 And when she saw that she waited in vain, and that her hope was lost, She took another of her whelps, and she made him a young lion.
“‘Nígbà tí abo kìnnìún yìí rí pé ìrètí rẹ̀ sì jásí asán, ó mú ọmọ rẹ̀ mìíràn ó sì tún tọ́ ọ dàgbà di kìnnìún tó ní agbára.
6 And he went up and down among the lions; he became a young lion, And he learned to seize the prey; he devoured men.
Ó sì ń rìn káàkiri láàrín àwọn kìnnìún nítorí pé ó ti lágbára, o kọ ọdẹ ṣíṣe, ó sì pa àwọn ènìyàn.
7 He knew their widows, and laid waste their cities, And the land was desolate, and all that was therein, before the voice of his roaring.
Ó sì wó odi wọn palẹ̀ ó sì sọ àwọn ìlú wọn di ahoro. Ilẹ̀ náà àti àwọn olùgbé ibẹ̀ sì wà ní ìpayà nítorí bíbú ramúramù rẹ̀.
8 Then the nations set themselves against him on every side from the provinces, And spread their net over him; He was taken in their pit.
Nígbà náà ni àwọn orílẹ̀-èdè dìde sí i, àwọn tó yìí ká láti ìgbèríko wá. Wọn dẹ àwọ̀n wọn fún un, wọn sì mú nínú ihò wọn.
9 And they put him with nose rings into a cage, And carried him to the king of Babylon. And they carried him to a stronghold, That his voice might be heard no more Upon the mountains of Israel.
Wọn fi ìwọ̀ gbé e sínú àgò, wọn mú un lọ sí ọ̀dọ̀ ọba Babeli, wọn fi sínú ìhámọ́, a kò sì gbọ́ bíbú rẹ̀ mọ́ lórí òkè Israẹli.
10 Thy mother was like a vine planted like thyself by the waters; She was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters;
“‘Ìyá rẹ dàbí àjàrà nínú ọgbà àjàrà rẹ̀; tí á gbìn sí etí odò ó, kún fún èso, ó sì kún fún ẹ̀ka nítorí ọ̀pọ̀lọpọ̀ omi.
11 She had strong rods for sceptres of rulers, And her stature was high among the thick branches, So that she was conspicuous in her height, And the multitude of her branches.
Àwọn ẹ̀ka rẹ̀ lágbára tó láti fi ṣe ọ̀pá àṣẹ ìjòyè, ó ga sókè láàrín ewé rẹ̀, gíga rẹ̀ hàn jáde láàrín ọ̀pọ̀lọpọ̀ ẹ̀ka rẹ̀.
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.
Ṣùgbọ́n ó fà á tu ní ìrunú, á sì wọ́ ọ lulẹ̀, afẹ́fẹ́ láti ìlà-oòrùn sì gbé èso rẹ̀, ọ̀pá líle rẹ̀ ti ṣẹ́, ó sì rọ iná sì jó wọn run.
13 And now she is planted in the desert, In a dry and thirsty land.
Báyìí, a tún ún gbìn sínú aṣálẹ̀ ni ilẹ̀ gbígbẹ àti ilẹ̀ tó ń pòǹgbẹ omi.
14 And a fire is gone forth out of a rod of her branches, Which hath devoured her fruit, So that she hath no strong rod for a ruler's sceptre. This is a lamentation, and it shall be for a lamentation.
Iná sì jáde láti ọ̀kan lára ẹ̀ka rẹ̀ ó sì pa ẹ̀ka àti èso rẹ̀ run, dé bi pé kò sí ẹ̀ka tó lágbára lórí rẹ̀ mọ́; èyí to ṣe fi ṣe ọ̀pá fún olórí mọ́.’ Èyí ni orin ọ̀fọ̀ a o sì máa lo bí orin ọ̀fọ̀.”
