Lamentations 2
1 How could My Lord, in his anger, enshroud in gloom, the daughter of Zion? have cast from the heavens to the earth, the beauty of Israel? and not have remembered his footstool, in the day of his anger?
Lee ka Onyenwe anyị si jiri igwe ojii nke iwe ya kpuchie ada Zayọn! O sitela nʼeluigwe tụda ịma mma Izrel nʼala, o chetakwaghị ebe mgbakwasị ụkwụ ya, nʼụbọchị iwe ya.
2 My Lord hath swallowed up—without pity—all the pastures of Jacob, hath laid waste—in his indignation—the strongholds of the daughter of Judah, hath brought them down to the ground, —hath profaned the kingdom, and the princes thereof.
Onyenwe anyị elodala ebe obibi niile nke Jekọb; na-enweghịkwa ọmịiko nʼebe ọ nọ. O sitela nʼoke iwe ya dọdasịa ebe niile e wusiri ike nke ada Juda. Ọ wedala alaeze ya na ndị ụmụ eze ya nʼala, mee ka ha gharakwa ị nwee nsọpụrụ.
3 He hath broken off—in the glow of his anger—the whole horn of Israel, hath turned back his right hand, from the face of the foe, —and hath kindled against Jacob, a very fire of flame, devouring round about.
O sitela nʼoke iwe ya bipụ ike niile Izrel nwere. O seghachiri aka nri ya, mgbe ndị iro ha na-abịa nso. O nwukwara dịka ọkụ na-enwusi ike nʼetiti Jekọb; si otu a rechapụ ihe niile dị gburugburu ya.
4 He hath trodden his bow like a foe, his right hand erect as an adversary, and hath slain all them who delighted the eye, —In the home of the daughter of Zion, hath he poured out, as fire, his indignation.
O kweela ụta ya, jide ya nʼaka nri ya, dịka onye iro. Dịka onye iro kwa o gbuola ndị ahụ niile mara mma ile anya; ọ wụpụla iwe ya, dịka ọ bụ ọkụ, nʼelu ụlọ ada Zayọn.
5 My Lord hath become like a foe, hath swallowed up Israel, hath swallowed up all her castles, ruined his strongholds, —and hath caused to abound, in the daughter of Judah, lamentation and mourning.
Onyenwe anyị dị ka onye iro, o lomichaala Izrel. O lomichaala ụlọeze ya niile, bibiekwa ebe ya niile e wusiri ike. O meela ka iru ụjụ na ịkwa akwa mụbaara ada Juda.
6 Thus hath he destroyed, like a garden, his pavilion, hath laid waste his place of assembly, —Yahweh, hath caused to be forgotten, in Zion, the appointed assembly and the sabbath, and hath spurned, in the indignation of his anger, the king and the priest.
O meela ka ebe obibi ya tọgbọrọ nʼefu, dịka ubi a gbara ogige; o bibiela ebe nzukọ ya niile. Onyenwe anyị emeela ka Zayọn chezọọ ime mmemme ya a kara aka, na idebe ụbọchị izuike ọbụla nsọ. Site nʼoke iwe ya, ọ jụla eze na onye nchụaja.
7 My Lord hath rejected his altar, hath abhorred his sanctuary, hath delivered, into the hand of the foe, the walls of her castles, —A voice, have they uttered in the house of Yahweh, as on the day of an appointed assembly.
Onyenwe anyị ajụla ebe ịchụ aja ya gbakụta ebe nsọ ya azụ. O werela mgbidi niile nke ụlọeze ya nyefee nʼaka onye iro; ha emeela ka olu ha daa ụda nʼime ụlọ Onyenwe anyị dịka nʼụbọchị mmemme a kara aka.
8 Yahweh hath devised to lay in ruins, the wall of the daughter of Zion, he hath stretched out a line, he hath not turned back his hand from swallowing up, —Thus hath he caused to mourn—rampart and wall, together, have they languished!
Onyenwe anyị ekpebiela ibibi mgbidi gbara ada Zayọn gburugburu. O setịpụrụ ihe ọtụtụ; o sepụkwaghị aka ya na ibibi ya. O mere ka mkputamkpu aja na mgbidi ruo ụjụ, meekwa ka ha richapụsịa.
9 Her gates, have sunk in the earth, He hath destroyed and broken in pieces, her bars, —Her king and her princes, are among the nations, There is no instruction, Even her prophets, have found no vision, from Yahweh.
Ọnụ ụzọ ama ya niile emikpuola nʼala; ọ gbajiela mkpọrọ niile e ji akpọchi ha, laakwa ha nʼiyi. A dọtala eze ya na ụmụ eze ya nʼagha, buru ha jee mba ọzọ. Iwu adịghịkwa, otu a, ndị amụma ya enwekwaghị ike ịhụ ọhụ site nʼebe Onyenwe anyị nọ.
10 Seated on the ground, in silence, are the elders of the daughter of Zion, They have lifted up dust on their head, have girded themselves with sackcloth, —Bowed down to the ground is the head, of the virgins of Jerusalem.
Ndị okenye ada Zayọn nọ ọdụ nʼala, dere duu. Ha ekpokwasịla aja nʼisi ha; ha eyikwasịkwala onwe ha uwe mkpe. Ụmụ agbọghọ Jerusalem na-amaghị nwoke ehulatala isi ha nʼala.
11 Blinded with tears are mine eyes, In ferment is my body, Poured out to the earth is my grief, for the sore hurt of the daughter of my people, —when child and suckling are swooning, in the broadways of the city.
Ike agwụla anya m nʼihi ịkwa akwa, ime ime ahụ m na-anụ ọkụ. Obi m dị ka ihe a wụpụrụ nʼala, nʼihi na e bibiela ndị m, nʼihi na ụmụntakịrị na ụmụ a mụrụ ọhụrụ na-ada mba nʼokporoụzọ nke obodo.
12 To their mothers, they keep saying, Where are corn and wine? Swooning off, like one thrust through, in the broadways of the city, pouring out their life into the bosom of their mothers.
Ha na-ebere nne ha akwa na-asị, “Olee ebe ọka na mmanya dị?” Mgbe ha na-ada mba dịka ndị e merụrụ ahụ nʼokporoụzọ obodo, mgbe ọnwụ ji nwayọọ na-eripịasị ndụ ha nʼaka nne ha ku ha.
13 How shall I solemnly admonish thee? What shall I liken to thee, thou daughter of Jerusalem? What shall I compare with thee, that I may comfort thee, thou virgin, daughter of Zion? for, great as the sea, is thy grievous injury, Who can heal thee?
Gịnị ka m nwere ike ikwu banyere gị? Gịnị ka m ga-eji tụnyere gị, gị ada Jerusalem? Gịnị ka m ga-asị na i yiri, nke ga-enyere m aka ịmata otu m ga-esi kasịe gị obi, gị ada Zayọn na-amaghị nwoke? Ọnya dị gị nʼahụ miri emi, dịka ịdị omimi nke osimiri. Onye pụrụ ịgwọ gị?
14 Thy prophets, have had visions for thee, false and foolish, and have not unveiled thine iniquity, to turn back thy captivity, —Yea they have had visions for thee, oracles of falsehood, and enticements!
Ọhụ niile ndị amụma gị hụrụ bụ ọhụ ụgha na ọhụ na-enweghị isi. Ha ekpugheghị mmehie gị, igbochi ndọta nʼagha nke a dọtara gị. Kama ihe ha hụtaara gị bụ ihe ụgha na nduhie.
15 All passing by, have clapped, over thee, their hands, have hissed and wagged their head over the daughter of Jerusalem, —[saying], Is, this, the city, of which men used to say—The perfection of beauty! A joy to the whole earth!
Ndị niile si nʼebe ị nọ na-agafe na-akụrụ gị aka ha; ha na-efufe isi ha, jirikwa ada Jerusalem na-eme ihe ọchị. Ha na-ajụ ajụjụ na-asị, “Nke a ọ bụ obodo ahụ a na-akpọ ebe mabigara mma oke, ọṅụ nke ụwa niile?”
16 All thy foes, have opened wide, over thee their mouth, They have hissed, and gnashed their teeth, They have said—We have swallowed [her] up! Surely, this, is the day for which we have waited, We have found! We have seen!
Ndị iro gị niile na-emeghepụ ọnụ ha megide gị; ha na-achị gị ọchị, na-atara gị ikekere eze. Ha na-ekwu na-asị, “Anyị eloola ya. Nke a bụ ụbọchị ahụ anyị na-ele anya ya. Anyị adịrịla ndụ hụ ya.”
17 Yahweh hath done what he thought, hath carried out his word, wherewith he gave charge in the days of old, hath thrown down, and not spared, —Thus hath he let the enemy rejoice over thee, hath raised high the horn of thine adversaries.
Onyenwe anyị emeela ihe o zubere ime. O mezuola ihe o kwuru na ọ ghaghị ime site nʼoge gara aga. Ọ kwatuola gị, na-enweghị ọmịiko ọbụla. O meela ka ndị iro gị ṅụrịa ọṅụ nʼahụ gị; o meekwala ka e bulie ike nke ndị iro gị.
18 Their heart, hath made outcry, unto My Lord, —O wall of the daughter of Zion—Let tears run down as a torrent day and night, Do not give thyself relief, Let not the weeping of thine eye cease!
Obi ndị mmadụ na-etiku Onyenwe anyị. Gị, mgbidi niile nke ada Zayọn, ka anya mmiri gị na-asọpụta dịka osimiri ehihie na abalị niile, enyekwala onwe gị izuike, enyekwala anya gị izuike.
19 Arise, cry out in the night, At the beginning of the watches, pour out, like waters, thy heart, right before the face of My Lord, —Lift up, above thee, the palms of thy hands, for the life of thy children, who are swooning for hunger, at the top of all the streets!
Bilie, kwaa akwa nʼabalị, nʼoge mmalite nche abalị. Wụpụta ihe dị gị nʼobi nʼihu Onyenwe anyị dịka ọ bụ mmiri. Welie aka unu elu nye Onyenwe anyị nʼihi ụmụntakịrị ndị a, ndị na-ada nʼihi agụụ nʼisi okporoụzọ niile.
20 See, O Yahweh, and do consider, to whom thou hast acted thus severely, —Will women, devour, their own fruit—the children they have dandled? Shall priest and prophet, be slain in the sanctuary of My Lord?
“Lee anya, Onyenwe anyị, ma tụgharịa uche gị. Onye ka i sirila otu a mesoo mmeso? O kwesiri ka ndị bụ nne rie ụmụ ha, bụ ụmụ nke ha mụrụ? O kwesiri ka e gbuo onye nchụaja na onye amụma nʼime ebe dị nsọ nke Onyenwe anyị?
21 Youth and elder, have lain down on the ground in the streets, My virgins and my young men, have fallen by the sword, —Thou hast slain, in the day of thine anger, Thou hast slaughtered, hast not spared!
“Ụmụ okorobịa na ndị okenye dinakọrọ nʼotu ebe, nʼuzuzu nke okporoụzọ. E jirila mma agha gbuo ụmụ okorobịa m na ụmụ agbọghọ m. I gbuola ha nʼụbọchị iwe gị; i gburu ha jụ inwe ọmịiko nʼahụ ha.
22 Wilt thou proclaim, like the day of an appointed meeting—My terrors round about? when there was not—in the day of the anger of Yahweh—fugitive or survivor, —Those whom I dandled and reared, my foe hath destroyed.
“Dịka i si akpọ oku ka a bịa nʼụbọchị oriri, otu a ka i si kpọkọta ihe egwu niile ka ha bịakwasị m nʼakụkụ niile. Nʼụbọchị nke iwe Onyenwe anyị ọ dịghị onye gbapụrụ ọsọ, ọ dịkwaghị onye fọdụrụ ndụ; ndị m lekọtara, zụlitekwa ka ndị iro m lara nʼiyi.”
