Jezekiel 19

1 Moreover do you take up a lamentation for the prince of Israel,

“Momma Israel mmapɔmma ho kwadwom

2 and say, Why is your mother become a whelp in the midst of lions? in the midst of lions she has multiplied her whelps.

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

3 And one of her whelps sprang forth; he became a lion, and learned to take prey, he devoured men.

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

4 And the nations heard a report of him; he was caught in their pit, and they brought him into the land of Egypt in chains.

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

5 And she saw that he was driven away from her, [and] her hope [of him] perished, and she took another of her whelps; she made him a 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 in the midst of lions, he became a lion, and learned to take 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 prowled in his boldness and laid waste their cities, and made the land desolate, and the fullness of it, by the voice 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 upon him from the countries round about, and they spread their nets upon 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 chains and in a cage, [and] he came to the king of Babylon; and he cast him into prison, that his voice should not be heard on 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 Your mother was as a vine and as a blossom on a pomegranate tree, planted by water: her fruit and her shoot abounded by reason of much water.

“‘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 she became a rod for a tribe of princes, and was elevated in her bulk in the midst of [other] trees, and she saw her bulk in the multitude of her 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 she was broken down in wrath, she was cast upon the ground, and the east wind dried up her choice [branches]: vengeance came upon them, and the rod of her strength was withered; fire consumed it.

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 they have planted her in the wilderness, in a dry land.

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

14 And fire is gone out of a rod of her choice [boughs], and has devoured her; and there was no rod of strength in her. Her race is become a parable of lamentation, and it 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.”