Ezekiel 19
1 And thou, lift up a lamentation unto princes of Israel,
Inao koahe, añonjono fandalàñe o roandria’ Israeleo,
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.
le ano ty hoe: Ia ty rene’o? Toe liona vave’e añivo’ o lionao, ie nandre amo lionao nañabey o amori’eo.
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.
Nibeize’e ty raik’ amo ana’eo, le ninjare liona tora’e, nioke hitsepake i tsindrokey; nabotse’e ka t’indaty.
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.
Jinanji’ o kilakila’ ndatio ty ama’e; le finandri’ iareo an-koboñ’ ao, vaho nendeseñe am-porengotse mb’an-tane Mitsraime añe.
5 And she seeth, that stayed — perished hath her hope, And she taketh one of her whelps, A young lion she hath made it.
Ie nionin-drene’e amy fandiñisa’e azey, t’ie po-pitamàñe, le nangake raike ka amo ana’eo, vaho nibeize’e ho liona tora’e.
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.
Nitingatinga amo lionao re ninjare liona tora’e, nihazatse nipay tsindroke; vaho namotseke ondaty.
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.
Narotsa’e o kijoli’ iareo fatratseo, naho nampangoakoahe’e o rova’ iareoo; nilatsà’ i taney naho ze fonga ama’e ao ty feom-pitroña’e.
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.
Niambotraha’ o kilakila’ ndaty boak’ amy ze hene fifelehañe mañohok’ azeo, le nandafiha’ iareo harato, namandrike aze an-kobo’ iareo ao.
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.
Niporengote’ iareo naho najoñe an-kipa viñe ao, vaho nasese mb’am-panjàka’ i Bavele mb’eo; vinaho’ iareo añe tsy ho tsanoñañe am-bohi’ Israele ao ka ty feo’e.
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.
Nanahake vahe an-tanembalobok’ ao ty rene’o, naketsa añ’ olon-drano eo; nandrevake vaho niegoego ty amy rano manganahanao.
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.
Nanoeñe kobaim-pifehe ty ra’e fatratse; nitiotiotse ambone o tora’e fatratseo; niningoningo ambone eo o tora’e maroo.
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.
F’ie nombotañe an-keloke, naho nahifik’ an-tane eo; nimaihe’ i tiok’atiñanañey o voa’eo; nipekañeñe o tsampa’eo, niforejeje i foto’e maozatsey, vaho nitomontoñe’ ty afo.
13 And now — it is planted in a wilderness, In a land dry and thirsty.
Naketsa am-patrañe añe re henaneo, an-tane maike amam-paipaiñe.
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!'
Niakatse an-tsampa’e lava ty afo, namorototo o voa’eo, le tsy aman-tsampa maozatse re hanoeñe kobaim-pifeheañe. Fandalàñe toy, toe ho fandalàñe.
