Ezekieli 19
1 “Ningĩ ambĩrĩria macakaya makoniĩ athamaki a Isiraeli,
Take up now a song of grief for the ruler of Israel, and say,
2 ũmeere atĩrĩ: “‘Atĩrĩrĩ, maitũguo ahaanaga ta mũrũũthi wa mũgoma arĩ gatagatĩ ka mĩrũũthi ĩrĩa ĩngĩ! Wakomire kĩmamo-inĩ kĩa mĩrũũthi mĩĩthĩ, na ũkĩrera ciana ciaguo.
What was your mother? Like a she-lion among lions, stretched out among the young lions she gave food to her little ones.
3 Warerire kĩana kĩmwe kĩaguo, gĩgĩtuĩka mũrũũthi ũrĩ hinya. Mũrũũthi ũcio ũkĩmenyera gũtambuuranga kĩrĩa wanyiita, na ũkarĩĩaga andũ.
And one of her little ones came to growth under her care, and became a young lion, learning to go after beasts for his food; and he took men for his meat.
4 Nacio ndũrĩrĩ ikĩigua ũhoro waguo, naguo ũkĩgwatĩrio irima-inĩ rĩao. Ũgĩtwarwo bũrũri wa Misiri ũguucĩtio na icũhĩ cia maniũrũ.
And the nations had news of him; he was taken in the hole they had made: and, pulling him with hooks, they took him into the land of Egypt.
5 “‘Na rĩrĩa nyina ya mũrũũthi ũcio yoonire mwĩhoko wayo ndũnahinga, na itanya rĩayo nĩrĩatuĩka rĩa tũhũ-rĩ, ĩkĩoya kĩana kĩngĩ kĩayo, ĩgĩgĩtua mũrũũthi ũrĩ hinya.
Now when she saw that her hope was made foolish and gone, she took another of her little ones and made him into a young lion.
6 Naguo ũgĩcangacanga gatagatĩ ka mĩrũũthi ĩrĩa ĩngĩ, nĩgũkorwo nĩwatuĩkĩte mũrũũthi ũrĩ hinya. Mũrũũthi ũcio ũkĩmenyera gũtambuuranga kĩrĩa wanyiita, na ũkarĩĩaga andũ.
And he went up and down among the lions and became a young lion, learning to go after beasts for his food; and he took men for his meat.
7 Nĩwamomorire ciĩhitho ciao iria nũmu, na ũkĩananga matũũra mao. Bũrũri ũcio na andũ arĩa othe maatũũraga kuo, makĩiyũrwo nĩ guoya wa mũraramo waguo.
And he sent destruction on their widows and made waste their towns; and the land and everything in it became waste because of the loud sound of his voice.
8 Hĩndĩ ĩyo, ndũrĩrĩ ikĩũũkĩrĩra, ndũrĩrĩ iria cioimĩte ngʼongo iria ciagũthiũrũrũkĩirie. Ikĩwambĩra mũtego, naguo mũrũũthi ũcio ũkĩgwatĩrio irima-inĩ rĩao.
Then the nations came against him from the kingdoms round about: their net was stretched over him and he was taken in the hole they had made.
9 Makĩũguucũrũria na icũhĩ cia maniũrũ, makĩũingĩria kĩaga-ini, makĩũtwarĩra mũthamaki wa Babuloni. Makĩũikia njeera, na nĩ ũndũ ũcio mũraramo waguo ndwacookire kũiguuo kũu irĩma-inĩ cia Isiraeli rĩngĩ.
They made him a prisoner with hooks, and took him to the king of Babylon; they put him in the strong place so that his voice might be sounding no longer on the mountains of Israel.
10 “‘Maitũguo aatariĩ ta mũthabibũ ũhaandĩtwo thĩinĩ wa mũgũnda waku wa mĩthabibũ hakuhĩ na maaĩ; nĩwaciarĩte mũno, na ũkagĩa na honge nyingĩ tondũ wa maaĩ kũingĩha.
Your mother was in comparison like a vine, planted by the waters: she was fertile and full of branches because of the great waters.
11 Honge ciaguo ciarĩ hinya, igakĩagĩrĩra gũtuuo mũthĩgi wa mũthamaki. Mũthabibũ ũcio ũkĩraiha na igũrũ, ũgĩkĩra mahuti marĩa matumanu, na nĩwonekaga wega nĩ ũndũ wa ũrĩa waraihĩte na igũrũ, na nĩ ũndũ wa honge ciaguo nyingĩ.
And she had a strong rod for a rod of authority for the rulers, and it became tall among the clouds and it was seen lifted up among the number of its branches.
12 No nĩwamunyirwo na mĩri yaguo nĩ ũndũ wa marakara, na ũgĩikanio thĩ. Naruo rũhuho rũrĩa ruumaga mwena wa irathĩro rũgĩtũma ũhoohe, na maciaro maguo makĩhũrũrwo; honge ciaguo iria ciarĩ hinya ikĩũma, ikĩhĩa nĩ mwaki, ũgĩciniina.
But she was uprooted in burning wrath, and made low on the earth; the east wind came, drying her up, and her branches were broken off; her strong rod became dry, the fire made a meal of it.
13 Na rĩrĩ, rĩu ũhaandĩtwo werũ-inĩ wa mũthanga, bũrũri ũrĩa mũũmũ, ũrĩ nyoota.
And now she is planted in the waste land, in a dry and unwatered country.
14 Mwaki woimire rũhonge-inĩ rũmwe rwa iria nene, ũgĩcina maciaro maguo, magĩthira. Gũtirĩ rũhonge rũrĩ hinya rũtigaire harĩ guo rũngĩtuuo mũthĩgi wa mũthamaki.’ Maya nĩ macakaya, na nĩmo maũndũ marĩa marĩcakayanagĩrwo namo.”
And fire has gone out from her rod, causing the destruction of her branches, so that there is no strong rod in her to be the ruler's rod of authority. This is a song of grief, and it was for a song of grief.
