Ezekiel 19

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

“Chwog wend ywak moro mondo iywag-go yawuot ruodhi mag Israel,

2 And say, What is thy mother? A lioness: she lay down among lions, she nourished her whelps among young lions.

kendo iywag kiwacho niya, “‘Mano kaka minu ne en sibuor madhako malich e dier sibuoche! Ne onindo e dier sibuoche matindo kendo ne opidho nyithinde.

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

Ne opidho achiel kuom nyithinde mi odoko sibuor maratego. Ne opuonjore mako le kendo odoko jacham ji.

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

Pinje nowinjo humbe kendo ne gikunyone bur mi onyumore. Ne giywaye gi nyororo mi gitere nyaka e piny Misri.

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.

“‘Kane oneno ka genone ok ochopo, ka gik mane ogeno yudo oyombe, nokawo nyathine machielo, kendo nolose obedo sibuor maratego.

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

Ne oruto e dier sibuoche, nikech koro nosedoko sibuor maratego. Nopuonjore mako le kendo nodoko jacham ji.

7 And he knew their desolate palaces, and he laid waste their cities; and the land was desolate, and all it containeth, by the noise of his roaring.

Ne omuko ohinga mag-gi motegno kendo noketho miechgi chuth. Piny kaachiel gi ji duto mane ni e iye luoro nomako kane giwinje koruto.

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

Eka pinje noriworene momonje, pinje duto mane oa e gwenge molwore. Ne gikunyone bur mi onyumore.

9 And they put him in custody in chains, and brought him to the king of Babylon: they brought him into strong holds, that his voice should no more be heard upon the mountains of Israel.

Ne gitweye gi nyororo mi giywaye oko kendo negikele ne ruodh Babulon. Ne gitere e od twech, mondo omi ruto mare kik winjre, kendo ewi gode mag Israel.

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

“‘Minu ne chalo gi yiend mzabibu e puothi mar mzabibu mopidhi but pi; ne onyak maber kendo nopongʼ gi bedene nikech pi mane ngʼeny.

11 And she had strong rods for the sceptres of them that bore rule, and her stature was exalted among the thick branches, and she appeared in her height with the multitude of her branches.

Bedene ne otegno, kendo noromo bedo ludh loch mar ruoth. Nodongo marabora moyombo yiende duto, kendo nochungʼ maonge yien mipimego nikech bedene mathoth mane en-go,

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

To kata kamano, ne opudhe gi mirima mager mi ogoye piny. Yamo ma aa yo wuok chiengʼ nomiyo oner; olembege ne olwer mogol kuome; kendo bedene maroteke bende notwo mi mach nowangʼogi.

13 And now she is planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty ground.

Koro tinde opidhe e piny motimo ongoro, ma en piny motwo kendo man-gi riyo.

14 And fire hath gone out of a rod of her branches, which hath devoured her fruit, so that she hath no strong rod to be a sceptre to rule. This is a lamentation, and shall be for a lamentation.

Mach nolandore koa e achiel kuom bedene madongo mi nowangʼo olembene. Onge bade motegno mane owe kuome moromo bedo ludh loch mar jatelo.’ Ma en wend ywak kendo onego oti kode kaka wend ywak.”