Lamentations 1

^[a]How deserted lies the city,
    once so full of people!
How like a widow is she,
    who once was great among the nations!
She who was queen among the provinces
    has now become a slave.

Me, Ɔpanyin, mekyerɛw kɔma Awuraa a wɔayi no ne ne mma a medɔ wɔn yiye no. Ɛnyɛ me nko, na mmom wɔn a wonim nokware no nyinaa dɔ wo,

Bitterly she weeps at night,
    tears are on her cheeks.
Among all her lovers
    there is no one to comfort her.
All her friends have betrayed her;
    they have become her enemies.

efisɛ, nokware no te yɛn mu na ɛbɛtena yɛn mu akosi daa daa.

After affliction and harsh labor,
    Judah has gone into exile.
She dwells among the nations;
    she finds no resting place.
All who pursue her have overtaken her
    in the midst of her distress.

Adom, mmɔborɔhunu ne asomdwoe mfi Agya Nyankopɔn ne Awurade Yesu Kristo, Agya no Ba no, nkyɛn mmra yɛn so nokware ne ɔdɔ mu.

Nokware ne ɔdɔ

The roads to Zion mourn,
    for no one comes to her appointed festivals.
All her gateways are desolate,
    her priests groan,
her young women grieve,
    and she is in bitter anguish.

M’ani gyei sɛ mihui sɛ mo mma no bi te nokware mu sɛnea Agya no hyɛɛ yɛn no.

Her foes have become her masters;
    her enemies are at ease.
The Lord has brought her grief
    because of her many sins.
Her children have gone into exile,
    captive before the foe.

Enti mereka akyerɛ wo, Awuraa se, momma yɛnnodɔ yɛn ho. Eyi nyɛ mmara foforo a merehyɛ ama wo. Ɛyɛ mmara a wɔahyɛ ama yɛn fi mfitiase.

All the splendor has departed
    from Daughter Zion.
Her princes are like deer
    that find no pasture;
in weakness they have fled
    before the pursuer.

Saa ɔdɔ a mereka ho asɛm yi kyerɛ sɛ, momma yɛntena ase na yɛnyɛ osetie mma Onyankopɔn. Mmara a mote fii mfitiase no kyerɛ sɛ mo nyinaa, montena ase ɔdɔ mu.

In the days of her affliction and wandering
    Jerusalem remembers all the treasures
    that were hers in days of old.
When her people fell into enemy hands,
    there was no one to help her.
Her enemies looked at her
    and laughed at her destruction.

Adaadaafo a wɔmpae mu nka se Yesu Kristo bae ɔhonam mu no abu so wiase. Saa onipa a ɔte saa no yɛ ɔdaadaafo na ɔyɛ Kristo tamfo nso.

Jerusalem has sinned greatly
    and so has become unclean.
All who honored her despise her,
    for they have all seen her naked;
she herself groans
    and turns away.

Monhwɛ mo ho so yiye na moanhwere nea moayɛ ho adwuma na moanya mo akatua wɔ mu.

Her filthiness clung to her skirts;
    she did not consider her future.
Her fall was astounding;
    there was none to comfort her.
“Look, Lord, on my affliction,
    for the enemy has triumphed.”

Obiara a ɔmfa Kristo nkyerɛkyerɛ na ɔtra no, nni Onyankopɔn. Na nea ɔfa nkyerɛkyerɛ no wɔ Agya no ne Ɔba no.

The enemy laid hands
    on all her treasures;
she saw pagan nations
    enter her sanctuary—
those you had forbidden
    to enter your assembly.

Sɛ obi ba mo nkyɛn na wamfa saa nkyerɛkyerɛ yi ammrɛ mo a, munnnye no wɔ mo fi, na monnka nso se, “Asomdwoe nka wo.”

All her people groan
    as they search for bread;
they barter their treasures for food
    to keep themselves alive.
“Look, Lord, and consider,
    for I am despised.”

Efisɛ, obiara a ɔbekyia no asomdwoe nka no no ka bɔne a ɔyɛ no ho.

Nsɛm a etwa to

“Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by?
    Look around and see.
Is any suffering like my suffering
    that was inflicted on me,
that the Lord brought on me
    in the day of his fierce anger?

Mewɔ nsɛm pii ka kyerɛ mo, nanso meremfa krataa ne kyerɛwduru so nka. Na mmom, mɛba nipadua so abɛkasa akyerɛ mo, na moani agye.

“From on high he sent fire,
    sent it down into my bones.
He spread a net for my feet
    and turned me back.
He made me desolate,
    faint all the day long.

Wo nuabea a wɔayi no no mma no kyia wo.

“My sins have been bound into a yoke^[b];
    by his hands they were woven together.
They have been hung on my neck,
    and the Lord has sapped my strength.
He has given me into the hands
    of those I cannot withstand.

“The Lord has rejected
    all the warriors in my midst;
he has summoned an army against me
    to^[c] crush my young men.
In his winepress the Lord has trampled
    Virgin Daughter Judah.

“This is why I weep
    and my eyes overflow with tears.
No one is near to comfort me,
    no one to restore my spirit.
My children are destitute
    because the enemy has prevailed.”

Zion stretches out her hands,
    but there is no one to comfort her.
The Lord has decreed for Jacob
    that his neighbors become his foes;
Jerusalem has become
    an unclean thing among them.

“The Lord is righteous,
    yet I rebelled against his command.
Listen, all you peoples;
    look on my suffering.
My young men and young women
    have gone into exile.

“I called to my allies
    but they betrayed me.
My priests and my elders
    perished in the city
while they searched for food
    to keep themselves alive.

“See, Lord, how distressed I am!
    I am in torment within,
and in my heart I am disturbed,
    for I have been most rebellious.
Outside, the sword bereaves;
    inside, there is only death.

“People have heard my groaning,
    but there is no one to comfort me.
All my enemies have heard of my distress;
    they rejoice at what you have done.
May you bring the day you have announced
    so they may become like me.

“Let all their wickedness come before you;
    deal with them
as you have dealt with me
    because of all my sins.
My groans are many
    and my heart is faint.”