Ezekieli 19
1 “Ningĩ ambĩrĩria macakaya makoniĩ athamaki a Isiraeli,
[Yahweh said to me, “Ezekiel], sing a sad funeral [a which will be a parable] [two of the] kings 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.
Say [to the Israeli people], ‘[It is as though] [MET] your mother was a brave female lion who raised her cubs among [other] lions.
3 Warerire kĩana kĩmwe kĩaguo, gĩgĩtuĩka mũrũũthi ũrĩ hinya. Mũrũũthi ũcio ũkĩmenyera gũtambuuranga kĩrĩa wanyiita, na ũkarĩĩaga andũ.
She taught one of them to [for other animals to kill], and he [even] learned [kill and] eat people.
4 Nacio ndũrĩrĩ ikĩigua ũhoro waguo, naguo ũkĩgwatĩrio irima-inĩ rĩao. Ũgĩtwarwo bũrũri wa Misiri ũguucĩtio na icũhĩ cia maniũrũ.
[When people from other] nations heard about him, they trapped him in a pit. Then they used hooks to drag him 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.
His mother waited for him [to return], but [soon] she stopped hoping/expecting [that he would return]. So she raised another cub who [also] became very fierce.
6 Naguo ũgĩcangacanga gatagatĩ ka mĩrũũthi ĩrĩa ĩngĩ, nĩgũkorwo nĩwatuĩkĩte mũrũũthi ũrĩ hinya. Mũrũũthi ũcio ũkĩmenyera gũtambuuranga kĩrĩa wanyiita, na ũkarĩĩaga andũ.
He hunted along with [other] [for animals to kill], and he even learned [kill and] eat 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 destroyed forts, and he ruined cities. When he roared [loudly], everyone was terrified.
8 Hĩndĩ ĩyo, ndũrĩrĩ ikĩũũkĩrĩra, ndũrĩrĩ iria cioimĩte ngʼongo iria ciagũthiũrũrũkĩirie. Ikĩwambĩra mũtego, naguo mũrũũthi ũcio ũkĩgwatĩrio irima-inĩ rĩao.
So [people of other] nations planned to kill him, and men came from many places to spread out a net for him, and they caught him in a 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 tied him with chains and took him to Babylonia. And [there] he was locked in a prison, with the result that [no one on] the hills of Israel ever heard him roar again.’ [Also, say to the Israeli people, ]
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.
‘[It is as though] [SIM] your mother was a grapevine that was planted along a stream. There was plenty of water, so it had lots of branches and produced [a lot of] grapes.
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.
That grapevine grew and became taller than all the nearby trees; [everyone could] see that it was very strong and healthy. And those branches were good for making scepters that symbolize the power/ [of a king].
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.
[Yahweh] became very angry, so he pulled up the vine by its roots and threw it on the ground, where the [very hot] winds from the desert dried up all its fruit. The strong branches wilted and were burned in a fire.
13 Na rĩrĩ, rĩu ũhaandĩtwo werũ-inĩ wa mũthanga, bũrũri ũrĩa mũũmũ, ũrĩ nyoota.
Now that vine has been planted in a hot, dry desert.
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 started to burn its stem, and then started to burn the branches and burned all the grapes. [Now] not [even] one strong branch remains; they will never become scepters for a king.’ That funeral song must be sung very sadly.”
