< Ezekieli 19 >
1 “Ningĩ ambĩrĩria macakaya makoniĩ athamaki a Isiraeli,
Sing this funeral song for the princes of Israel
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.
with these words: “What was your mother? She was a lioness among the lions! She lay down in her place among the young lions and reared her cubs.
3 Warerire kĩana kĩmwe kĩaguo, gĩgĩtuĩka mũrũũthi ũrĩ hinya. Mũrũũthi ũcio ũkĩmenyera gũtambuuranga kĩrĩa wanyiita, na ũkarĩĩaga andũ.
She raised one of her cubs, and he grew up to be young lion. Once he had learned how to tear up his prey, he started eating people.
4 Nacio ndũrĩrĩ ikĩigua ũhoro waguo, naguo ũkĩgwatĩrio irima-inĩ rĩao. Ũgĩtwarwo bũrũri wa Misiri ũguucĩtio na icũhĩ cia maniũrũ.
But when the nations heard about him, he was caught in their trap. They used hooks to drag him away to 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.
When she realized that the hope she had been waiting for was gone, she made another of her cubs 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.
He went around with the other lions, and became strong. Once he had learned how to tear up his prey, he started eating people.
7 Nĩwamomorire ciĩhitho ciao iria nũmu, na ũkĩananga matũũra mao. Bũrũri ũcio na andũ arĩa othe maatũũraga kuo, makĩiyũrwo nĩ guoya wa mũraramo waguo.
He tore down their fortresses and destroyed their towns. All the people living in the country were appalled when they heard him roaring.
8 Hĩndĩ ĩyo, ndũrĩrĩ ikĩũũkĩrĩra, ndũrĩrĩ iria cioimĩte ngʼongo iria ciagũthiũrũrũkĩirie. Ikĩwambĩra mũtego, naguo mũrũũthi ũcio ũkĩgwatĩrio irima-inĩ rĩao.
Then the people of the countries all around attacked him. They threw their net over him; he was caught in their trap.
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 used hooks to put him in a cage and took him to the king of Babylon. They led him away and imprisoned him so his roar wasn't heard any more in Israel's mountains.
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 like a vine planted in your vineyard at the waterside. It produced a lot of fruit and had many branches because it had plenty of water.
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.
Its branches were strong like rulers' scepters. It grew high above the tree canopy. People could see how tall and full of leaves it was.
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 it was uprooted in anger and thrown down on the ground. The east wind blew and dried up its fruit. Its strong branches were stripped of leaves and they withered. Then they were burned up in the fire.
13 Na rĩrĩ, rĩu ũhaandĩtwo werũ-inĩ wa mũthanga, bũrũri ũrĩa mũũmũ, ũrĩ nyoota.
Now the vine has been replanted in the desert, in a dry and waterless land.
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.”
A fire blazed out from its main trunk and burned up its fruit. None of its branches that were once like a ruler's scepter are strong any more.” This is a funeral song and is to be used for mourning.