< Lamentations 1 >

1 How is seated alone, the city that abounded with people, hath become as a widow, —She who abounded among the nations was a princess among provinces, hath come under tribute.
Lee ka obodo ahụ nke ndị ya dị ọtụtụ si bụrụ ebe tọgbọrọ nʼefu! Lee ka o si ghọọ nwanyị di ya nwụrụ, bụ obodo ahụ a maara aha ya nʼetiti mba niile. Lee ka onye naara abụ eze nwanyị nʼetiti ala niile a na-achị achị si ghọọ ohu.
2 She, weepeth sore, in the night, and, her tear, is on her cheek, She hath none to comfort her, of all her lovers, —All her friends, have betrayed her, have become her foes.
Ọ na-akwasị akwa ike nʼabalị, anya mmiri na-asọdakwa na nti ya, nʼetiti ndị ahụ niile hụrụ ya nʼanya, ọ dịghị onye na-akasị ya obi. Ndị enyi ya niile aghọgbuola ya; ha niile aghọọla ndị iro ya.
3 Carried away captive is Judah—because of oppression, and because of great servitude, She, hath remained among the nations, hath found no place of rest, —All her pursuers, have overtaken her, between straits.
Juda ejeela biri nʼala ọzọ, mgbe o siri nʼọnọdụ mweda nʼala na ndọgbu nʼọrụ pụta. Ọ na-ebi nʼetiti mba dị iche iche, ma ọ chọtaghị ebe izuike ọbụla. Nʼetiti nhụju anya ya ndị niile na-achụ ya ọsọ achụkwutela ya.
4 The ways to Zion, are mourning, because none come to her appointed feasts, All her gates, are desolate, her priests, are sighing, —her virgins, are grieved, and, she, it is bitter for her.
Okporoụzọ niile e si eje Zayọn na-eru ụjụ, nʼihi na ọ dịghị onye na-abịakwa na mmemme ndị ahụ a kara aka. Ọnụ ụzọ ama ya niile atọgbọrọla nʼefu, ndị nchụaja ya na-asụ ude, ụmụ agbọghọ nọ nʼọnọdụ mwute, ya onwe ya nọkwa nʼọnọdụ dị ilu.
5 Her adversaries have become chief, her foes, are at ease, for, Yahweh, hath grieved her, because of the multitude of her transgressions, —Her children, have gone into captivity, before the adversary.
Ndị iro ya aghọọla ndị na-achị ya; ndị iro ya nọ nʼahụ udo. Nʼihi na Onyenwe anyị emekpaala ya ahụ, nʼihi ịba ụba nke njehie ya niile. E burula ụmụntakịrị ya bulaa mba ọzọ, dịka ndị a dọtara nʼagha.
6 Thus hath gone forth from the daughter of Zion, all that adorned her, —Her princes have become like harts that have found no pasture, and have gone strengthless before the pursuer.
Ịma mma niile esitela nʼahụ ada Zayọn pụọ. Ụmụ eze ya dị ka ele nke na-enweghị ike ịchọta ebe ịta nri. Nʼihi adịghị ike ha, ha esitela nʼihu ndị na-achụ ha ọsọ gbalaga.
7 Jerusalem hath remembered in the days of her humiliation and her fleeings—all her precious things, which have existed from the days of old, —Now that her people have been falling into the hand of the adversary, with none to help her, the adversaries have seen her, have mocked over her sabbath-keepings.
Nʼụbọchị ndị ahụ niile e wedara ya nʼala, Jerusalem echetala akụ ndị ahụ niile bụ nke ya na mgbe ochie. Jerusalem echetala ha nʼụbọchị ndị ahụ niile ọ na-awagharị. Mgbe ndị ya dabara nʼaka ndị iro ya, o nweghị onye inyeaka ha hụrụ. Nʼoge ahụ, ndị iro ya hụrụ ọnọdụ ya, chịa ya ọchị.
8 Jerusalem, hath grievously sinned, For this cause, unto exile, hath she been delivered, —All who used to honour her, have despised her, for they have descried her unseemliness, yea, she herself, hath sighed, and turned back.
Jerusalem emehiela nke ukwu, nʼezie, ọ ghọọla ihe rụrụ arụ. Ndị ahụ niile na-asọpụrụ ya na mbụ elelịala ya anya, nʼihi na ha ahụla ọtọ ya. Ya onwe ya kwa na-asụ ude, ma chigharịakwa azụ.
9 Her impurity, is in her skirts, She hath not remembered her hereafter, Therefore hath she come down wonderfully, none to comfort her, —Behold, O Yahweh, my humiliation, that the foe, hath made himself great.
Ịrụ arụ ya pụtara ihe, ọ bụladị nʼuwe ya. Ọ dịkwaghị mgbe o chere echiche banyere ihe dị na-eche ya nʼoge dị nʼihu. Lee ka o si daa, dasie ike, ma ọ dịghị onye bịara kasịe ya obi. “Onyenwe anyị, lee nsogbu m niile. Lee ka ndị iro si merie m.”
10 His hand, hath the adversary spread out, over all her precious things, —for she saw that, the nations, entered her sanctuary, as to whom thou didst command they should not enter—in the convocation—unto thee!
Onye iro agbasaala aka ya chịkọtaa akụ ya niile. O ji anya ya hụ ka mba ndị ọzọ dị iche iche si bata ebe nsọ ya. Ndị ahụ na-ekwesighị ịbata bụ ndị batara nʼebe nzukọ gị.
11 All her people, are sighing, seeking bread, They have given their precious things for food, to bring back life, —Behold, O Yahweh, and discern, that I have become worthless.
Ndị ya niile na-asụ ude mgbe ha na-achọ ihe ha ga-eri. Ha na-ewere ihe ha nwere nye nʼihi oriri, ime ka ha nwee ike dịrị ndụ. “Onyenwe anyị, lee, ma tuleekwa ihe ndị a niile, nʼihi na abụrụla m onye a na-elelị.”
12 Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? Look around and see, whether there is pain like my pain, which is severely dealt out to me, —in that Yahweh, hath caused grief, in the day of the glow of his anger?
“Ọ bụ na ọ dịghị emetụ unu nʼobi, unu ndị niile na-esi ebe a na-agafe? Legharịanụ anya unu ka unu hụrụ. O nwere ahụhụ dịka ahụhụ m, nke e mere ka ọ bịakwasị m, bụ nke Onyenwe anyị mere ka ọ bịakwasị m, nʼụbọchị ọ na-ewe iwe ya dị ọkụ?
13 From on high, sent he fire, among my bones, and laid them prostrate, —He spread out a net for my feet, he made me turn back, he made me desolate, all the day, faint.
“O si nʼelu zite ọkụ, e, o zitere ọkụ nke na-ere nʼime ọkpụkpụ m. Ọ gbasara ụgbụ nʼebe ụkwụ m ga-esi gafee, meekwa ka m laghachi azụ. O mere ka m bụrụ ihe tọgbọrọ nʼefu, onye na-ada mba ogologo ụbọchị niile.
14 The yoke of my transgressions, hath been bound, by his hand—They have intertwined themselves, have come up on my neck, it hath paralysed my strength, —My Lord, hath delivered me, into the hands of those against whom I cannot rise up.
“Ọ na-eleru anya na mmehie m niile; jiri aka ya na-akpa ha dịka ụdọ. A nyakwasịla ya nʼolu m. Onyenwe anyị emeela ka ike gwụsịa m. O werela m nyefee nʼaka ndị ahụ m na-apụghị iguzogide.
15 My Lord, hath flouted at all my magnates, in my midst, He hath called against me a host, to crush my young men, —A winepress, hath My Lord trodden, to the virgin, the daughter of Judah.
“Onyenwe anyị ajụla ndị niile bụ dike nʼagha nọ nʼetiti m. Ọ kpọkuola usuu ndị agha ka ha bịa buo agha megide m, ka ha bịa gwepịa ụmụ okorobịa m niile. Nʼebe ịzọcha mkpụrụ vaịnị ya ka Onyenwe anyị zọchara ada Juda na-amaghị nwoke.
16 For these things, am, I, weeping, Mine eye, mine eye, is running down with waters, for, far from me, is any who could comfort, could bring back my life, —My sons are amazed, for strong is the foe.
“Ọ bụ nke a mere m ji akwa akwa. Ọ bụ ya mekwara anya mmiri ji ju m anya. O nweghị onye nkasiobi ọbụla nọ m nso; o nwekwaghị onye ga-akpọghachi mkpụrụobi m. Ụmụ m atọgbọla nʼefu, nʼihi na onye iro emeriela.”
17 Zion, hath spread forth, her hands, there is none to comfort her, Yahweh, hath given command, respecting Jacob, unto them who surround him—his adversaries, —Jerusalem, hath become as a removed woman, in their midst.
Lee ka Zayọn si gbasapụ aka ya ma o nweghị onye nkasiobi o nwere. Onyenwe anyị enyela iwu banyere Jekọb na ndị agbataobi ya ga-aghọ ndị iro ya. Jerusalem aghọkwaala ihe rụrụ arụ nʼetiti ha.
18 Righteous is Yahweh, for, against his bidding, had I rebelled, —Hear, I pray you, all ye peoples, and see my pain, My virgins and my young men, have gone into exile.
“Ma Onyenwe anyị bụ onye ezi omume. Ọ bụ mụ onwe m nupuru isi nʼiwu ya. Geenụ ntị unu ndị niile, leenụ anya nʼụdị ahụhụ dakwasịrị m. A dọtala ụmụ okorobịa na ụmụ agbọghọbịa m niile nʼagha buru ha jee mba ọzọ.
19 I called to my lovers, they, deceived me, My priests and mine elders, in the city, have breathed their last, —for they sought them food, that they might bring back their life.
“Akpọkuru m ndị mụ na ha dị na mma, ma ha ghọgburu m. Ndị nchụaja m na ndị okenye m nwụrụ nʼime obodo mgbe ha nọ na-achọta nri ha ga-eji debe onwe ha ndụ.
20 See, O Yahweh, that I am in distress, Mine inward parts, are in ferment, My heart is turned within me, for I have obstinately rebelled, —Without, bereaveth the sword, Within, is like death,
“Lee, Onyenwe anyị, ka m si bụrụ onye ahụhụ dị ukwuu dakwasịrị. Ime anụ ahụ m na-anụ ọkụ, obi m kwa enweghị izuike nʼime m nʼihi na onye nnupu isi dị ukwuu ka m bụ. Nʼezi, ọ bụ mma agha ka a ga-eji mee ka mmadụ gbara aka nwa. Ma nʼime ụlọ, ọ bụ naanị ọnwụ dị ya.
21 They have heard—that, sighing am, I, [and am saying] —There is none to comfort me, All my foes, —having heard of my calamity—have rejoiced, because, thou, hast done it, —thou hast brought in the day thou didst proclaim, So let them become like me.
“Ndị mmadụ anụla olu ịsụ ude m, ma o nweghị onye bịara ịkasị m obi. Ndị iro m niile anụla akụkọ ihe ọjọọ dakwasịrị m, ma ha na-aṅụrịkwa ọṅụ nʼihi ihe i mere ka ọ bịakwasị m. Mee ka ụbọchị ahụ i kara aka bịa, nke ga-eme ka ha dịrị ka m dị.
22 Let all their wickedness, come in, before thee, and deal thou severely with them, according as thou hast dealt severely with me, for all my transgressions; for many are my sighs, and, my heart, is sick.
“Kwere ka ihe ọjọọ niile ha na-eme bịa nʼihu gị. Mesokwa ha mmeso dịka i si mesoo m nʼihi mmehie niile nke m. Nʼihi na ịsụ ude m dị ọtụtụ, ana m adakwa mba nʼobi m.”

< Lamentations 1 >