Ezekiela 19
1 Inao koahe, añonjono fandalàñe o roandria’ Israeleo,
“And you, lift up a lamentation to princes of Israel,
2 le ano ty hoe: Ia ty rene’o? Toe liona vave’e añivo’ o lionao, ie nandre amo lionao nañabey o amori’eo.
and you have said: What [is] your mother? A lioness, She has crouched down among lions, She has multiplied her whelps in the midst of young lions.
3 Nibeize’e ty raik’ amo ana’eo, le ninjare liona tora’e, nioke hitsepake i tsindrokey; nabotse’e ka t’indaty.
And she brings up one of her whelps, He has been a young lion, And he learns to tear prey, He has devoured man.
4 Jinanji’ o kilakila’ ndatio ty ama’e; le finandri’ iareo an-koboñ’ ao, vaho nendeseñe am-porengotse mb’an-tane Mitsraime añe.
And nations hear of him, He has been caught in their pit, And they bring him to the land of Egypt in chains.
5 Ie nionin-drene’e amy fandiñisa’e azey, t’ie po-pitamàñe, le nangake raike ka amo ana’eo, vaho nibeize’e ho liona tora’e.
And as she waited she sees that her hope has perished, And she takes one of her whelps, She has made him a young lion.
6 Nitingatinga amo lionao re ninjare liona tora’e, nihazatse nipay tsindroke; vaho namotseke ondaty.
And he goes up and down in the midst of lions, He has been a young lion, And he learns to tear prey, He has devoured man.
7 Narotsa’e o kijoli’ iareo fatratseo, naho nampangoakoahe’e o rova’ iareoo; nilatsà’ i taney naho ze fonga ama’e ao ty feom-pitroña’e.
And he knows his forsaken habitations, And he has laid waste [to] their cities, And the land and its fullness is desolate, Because of the voice of his roaring.
8 Niambotraha’ o kilakila’ ndaty boak’ amy ze hene fifelehañe mañohok’ azeo, le nandafiha’ iareo harato, namandrike aze an-kobo’ iareo ao.
And surrounding nations set against him from the provinces. And they spread out their net for him, He has been caught in their pit.
9 Niporengote’ iareo naho najoñe an-kipa viñe ao, vaho nasese mb’am-panjàka’ i Bavele mb’eo; vinaho’ iareo añe tsy ho tsanoñañe am-bohi’ Israele ao ka ty feo’e.
And they put him in prison—in chains, And they bring him to the king of Babylon, They bring him into bulwarks, So that his voice is not heard On mountains of Israel anymore.
10 Nanahake vahe an-tanembalobok’ ao ty rene’o, naketsa añ’ olon-drano eo; nandrevake vaho niegoego ty amy rano manganahanao.
Your mother, like the vine in your blood, Is being planted by waters, She was bearing fruit and full of boughs, Because of many waters.
11 Nanoeñe kobaim-pifehe ty ra’e fatratse; nitiotiotse ambone o tora’e fatratseo; niningoningo ambone eo o tora’e maroo.
And she has strong rods for scepters of rulers, And she is high in stature above—between thick branches, And it appears in its height In the multitude of its thin shoots.
12 F’ie nombotañe an-keloke, naho nahifik’ an-tane eo; nimaihe’ i tiok’atiñanañey o voa’eo; nipekañeñe o tsampa’eo, niforejeje i foto’e maozatsey, vaho nitomontoñe’ ty afo.
And she is plucked up in fury, She has been cast to the earth, And the east wind has dried up her fruit, [The] rod of her strength has been broken and withered, Fire has consumed it.
13 Naketsa am-patrañe añe re henaneo, an-tane maike amam-paipaiñe.
And now she is planted in a wilderness, In a dry and thirsty land.
14 Niakatse an-tsampa’e lava ty afo, namorototo o voa’eo, le tsy aman-tsampa maozatse re hanoeñe kobaim-pifeheañe. Fandalàñe toy, toe ho fandalàñe.
And fire goes forth from a rod of her boughs, It has devoured her fruit, And she has no rod of strength—a scepter to rule, A lamentation—and she has become for a lamentation!”
