Ezekiel 19

1 Moreover, take thou up a lamentation for the princes of Israel,

“Momma Israel mmapɔmma ho kwadwom

2 and say, What was thy mother? A lioness: she couched among lions, in the midst of the young lions she nourished her whelps.

na monka se: “‘Na wo na yɛ gyatabere mu sononko wɔ gyata mu! Ɔdaa gyataforo mu yɛn ne mma.

3 And she brought up one of her whelps: he became a young lion, and he learned to catch the prey; he devoured men.

Ɔyɛn ne mma no mu baako ma ɔbɛyɛɛ gyata ɔhoɔdenfo. Osuaa sɛnea wɔtetew hanam mu, na ɔwee nnipa nam.

4 The nations also heard of him; he was taken in their pit; and they brought him with hooks unto the land of Egypt.

Amanaman no tee ne nka, na wɔn amoa yii no. Wɔkyekyeree no de no kɔɔ Misraim asase so.

5 Now when she saw that she had waited, and her hope was lost, then she took another of her whelps, and made him a young lion.

“‘Bere a ohuu sɛ nʼanidaso anyɛ hɔ, na nea ɔrehwɛ anim ayera no, ɔfaa ne ba foforo yɛɛ no gyata ɔhoɔdenfo.

6 And he went up and down among the lions; he became a young lion, and he learned to catch the prey; he devoured men.

Okyinkyin gyata no mu efisɛ na wayɛ gyata hoɔdenfo. Osuaa sɛnea wɔtetew hanam mu na ɔwee nnipa nam.

7 And he knew their palaces, and laid waste their cities; and the land was desolate, and the fulness thereof, because of the noise of his roaring.

Obubuu wɔn abandennen na ɔsɛee wɔn nkurow. Asase no ne wɔn a wɔte so nyinaa no, ne mmubomu bɔɔ wɔn hu.

8 Then the nations set against him on every side from the provinces; and they spread their net over him; he was taken in their pit.

Afei amanaman no sɔre tiaa no, wɔn a wofi nsase a atwa ahyia no so. Woguu no asau kyeree no wɔ wɔn amoa mu.

9 And they put him in a cage with hooks, and brought him to the king of Babylon; they brought him into strongholds, that his voice should no more be heard upon the mountains of Israel.

Wɔde nnarewa twee no kɔhyɛɛ buw mu na wɔde no brɛɛ Babilonia hene. Wɔde no too afiase, na wɔante ne mmubomu no bio wɔ Israel mmepɔw no so.

10 Thy mother was like a vine, in thy blood, planted by the waters: it was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters.

“‘Na wo na te sɛ bobedua a wɔatɛw no asu ho wɔ wo bobeturo mu. Na ɛsow aba, na eyiyii mman nsu a onya no bebree no nti.

11 And it had strong rods for the sceptres of them that bare rule, and their stature was exalted among the thick boughs, and they were seen in their height with the multitude of their branches.

Ne mman yɛɛ den yiye; edi mu sɛ wɔde yɛ ahemfo ahempema. Ɛkorɔn, bunkam faa nhaban a ayɛ kuhaa no so, ne sorokɔ ne ne mman bebree no maa no yɛɛ sononko.

12 But it was plucked up in fury, it was cast down to the ground, and the east wind dried up its fruit: its strong rods were broken off and withered; the fire consumed them.

Nanso wɔde abufuwhyew tuu nʼase de no hwee fam. Apuei mframa maa no kasae, ɛsow aba tetew gui; na ne mman a ɛwɔ ahoɔden no twintwamee na ogya hyewee.

13 And now it is planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty land.

Afei wɔakɔtɛw no wɔ sare so asase kesee a nsu nni mu mu.

14 And fire is gone out of the rods of its branches, it hath devoured its fruit, so that there is in it no strong rod to be a sceptre to rule. This is a lamentation, and shall be for a lamentation.

Ogya trɛw fii ne mman baako so na ɛhyew nʼaba. Anka mman a ɛwɔ ahoɔden baako mpo wɔ so; nea wɔde yɛ ahemfo ahempema ma ɛyɛ yiye no.’ Eyi yɛ kwadwom na ma wɔnto no saa.”