Ezekiel 19
1 And thou, lift up a lamentation unto princes of Israel,
“Kọ orin ọ̀fọ̀ nítorí àwọn ọmọ-aládé Israẹli
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.
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 bringeth up one of her whelps, A young lion it hath been, And it learneth to tear prey, man it hath devoured.
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 hear of it do nations, In their pit it hath been caught, And they bring it in with chains unto 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 she seeth, that stayed — perished hath her hope, And she taketh one of her whelps, A young lion she hath made it.
“‘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 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.
Ó sì ń rìn káàkiri láàrín àwọn kìnnìún nítorí pé ó ti lágbára, o kọ ọdẹ ṣíṣe, ó sì pa àwọn ènìyàn.
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.
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 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.
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 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.
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 [is] as a vine in thy blood by waters planted, Fruitful and full of boughs it hath been, Because 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 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.
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 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.
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 — it is planted in a wilderness, In a land dry and thirsty.
Báyìí, a tún ún gbìn sínú aṣálẹ̀ ni ilẹ̀ gbígbẹ àti ilẹ̀ tó ń pòǹgbẹ omi.
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!'
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.”
