Ezekiel 19
1 And thou, lift up a lamentation unto princes of Israel,
“Momma Israel mmapɔmma ho kwadwom
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.
na monka se: “‘Na wo na yɛ gyatabere mu sononko wɔ gyata mu! Ɔdaa gyataforo mu yɛn ne mma.
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.
Ɔyɛn ne mma no mu baako ma ɔbɛyɛɛ gyata ɔhoɔdenfo. Osuaa sɛnea wɔtetew hanam mu, na ɔwee nnipa nam.
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.
Amanaman no tee ne nka, na wɔn amoa yii no. Wɔkyekyeree no de no kɔɔ Misraim asase so.
5 And she seeth, that stayed — perished hath her hope, And she taketh one of her whelps, A young lion she hath made it.
“‘Bere a ohuu sɛ nʼanidaso anyɛ hɔ, na nea ɔrehwɛ anim ayera no, ɔfaa ne ba foforo yɛɛ no gyata ɔhoɔdenfo.
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.
Okyinkyin gyata no mu efisɛ na wayɛ gyata hoɔdenfo. Osuaa sɛnea wɔtetew hanam mu na ɔwee nnipa nam.
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.
Obubuu wɔn abandennen na ɔsɛee wɔn nkurow. Asase no ne wɔn a wɔte so nyinaa no, ne mmubomu bɔɔ wɔn hu.
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.
Afei amanaman no sɔre tiaa no, wɔn a wofi nsase a atwa ahyia no so. Woguu no asau kyeree no wɔ wɔn amoa mu.
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.
Wɔde nnarewa twee no kɔhyɛɛ buw mu na wɔde no brɛɛ Babilonia hene. Wɔde no too afiase, na wɔante ne mmubomu no bio wɔ Israel mmepɔw no so.
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.
“‘Na wo na te sɛ bobedua a wɔatɛw no asu ho wɔ wo bobeturo mu. Na ɛsow aba, na eyiyii mman nsu a onya no bebree no nti.
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.
Ne mman yɛɛ den yiye; edi mu sɛ wɔde yɛ ahemfo ahempema. Ɛkorɔn, bunkam faa nhaban a ayɛ kuhaa no so, ne sorokɔ ne ne mman bebree no maa no yɛɛ sononko.
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.
Nanso wɔde abufuwhyew tuu nʼase de no hwee fam. Apuei mframa maa no kasae, ɛsow aba tetew gui; na ne mman a ɛwɔ ahoɔden no twintwamee na ogya hyewee.
13 And now — it is planted in a wilderness, In a land dry and thirsty.
Afei wɔakɔtɛw no wɔ sare so asase kesee a nsu nni mu mu.
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!'
Ogya trɛw fii ne mman baako so na ɛhyew nʼaba. Anka mman a ɛwɔ ahoɔden baako mpo wɔ so; nea wɔde yɛ ahemfo ahempema ma ɛyɛ yiye no.’ Eyi yɛ kwadwom na ma wɔnto no saa.”
