Ezekiel 19
1 And thou, lift up a lamentation unto princes of Israel,
“Chwog wend ywak moro mondo iywag-go yawuot ruodhi mag Israel,
2 and thou hast said: What [is] thy mother? — a lioness, Among lions she hath crouched down, In the midst of young lions she hath multiplied her whelps.
kendo iywag kiwacho niya, “‘Mano kaka minu ne en sibuor madhako malich e dier sibuoche! Ne onindo e dier sibuoche matindo kendo ne opidho nyithinde.
3 And she bringeth up one of her whelps, A young lion it hath been, And it learneth to tear prey, man it hath devoured.
Ne opidho achiel kuom nyithinde mi odoko sibuor maratego. Ne opuonjore mako le kendo odoko jacham ji.
4 And hear of it do nations, In their pit it hath been caught, And they bring it in with chains unto the land of Egypt.
Pinje nowinjo humbe kendo ne gikunyone bur mi onyumore. Ne giywaye gi nyororo mi gitere nyaka e piny Misri.
5 And she seeth, that stayed — perished hath her hope, And she taketh one of her whelps, A young lion she hath made it.
“‘Kane oneno ka genone ok ochopo, ka gik mane ogeno yudo oyombe, nokawo nyathine machielo, kendo nolose obedo sibuor maratego.
6 And it goeth up and down in the midst of lions, A young lion it hath been, And it learneth to tear prey, man it hath devoured.
Ne oruto e dier sibuoche, nikech koro nosedoko sibuor maratego. Nopuonjore mako le kendo nodoko jacham ji.
7 And it knoweth his forsaken habitations, And their cities it hath laid waste, And desolate is the land and its fulness, Because of the voice of his roaring.
Ne omuko ohinga mag-gi motegno kendo noketho miechgi chuth. Piny kaachiel gi ji duto mane ni e iye luoro nomako kane giwinje koruto.
8 And set against it do nations Round about from the provinces. And they spread out for it their net, In their pit it hath been caught.
Eka pinje noriworene momonje, pinje duto mane oa e gwenge molwore. Ne gikunyone bur mi onyumore.
9 And they put it in prison — in chains, And they bring it unto the king of Babylon, They bring it in unto bulwarks, So that its voice is not heard any more On mountains of Israel.
Ne gitweye gi nyororo mi giywaye oko kendo negikele ne ruodh Babulon. Ne gitere e od twech, mondo omi ruto mare kik winjre, kendo ewi gode mag Israel.
10 Thy mother [is] as a vine in thy blood by waters planted, Fruitful and full of boughs it hath been, Because of many waters.
“‘Minu ne chalo gi yiend mzabibu e puothi mar mzabibu mopidhi but pi; ne onyak maber kendo nopongʼ gi bedene nikech pi mane ngʼeny.
11 And it hath strong rods for sceptres of rulers, And high is its stature above thick branches, And it appeareth in its height In the multitude of its thin shoots.
Bedene ne otegno, kendo noromo bedo ludh loch mar ruoth. Nodongo marabora moyombo yiende duto, kendo nochungʼ maonge yien mipimego nikech bedene mathoth mane en-go,
12 And it is plucked up in fury, To the earth it hath been cast, And the east wind hath dried up its fruit, Broken and withered hath been the rod of its strength, Fire hath consumed it.
To kata kamano, ne opudhe gi mirima mager mi ogoye piny. Yamo ma aa yo wuok chiengʼ nomiyo oner; olembege ne olwer mogol kuome; kendo bedene maroteke bende notwo mi mach nowangʼogi.
13 And now — it is planted in a wilderness, In a land dry and thirsty.
Koro tinde opidhe e piny motimo ongoro, ma en piny motwo kendo man-gi riyo.
14 And go forth doth fire from a rod of its boughs, Its fruit it hath devoured, And it hath no rod of strength — a sceptre to rule, Lamentation it [is] — and it is for a lamentation!'
Mach nolandore koa e achiel kuom bedene madongo mi nowangʼo olembene. Onge bade motegno mane owe kuome moromo bedo ludh loch mar jatelo.’ Ma en wend ywak kendo onego oti kode kaka wend ywak.”
