Nahum 2
1 Aka taek aka yak ham te na mikhmuh ah cet coeng. Kasam te kueinah lamtah longpuei te dawn laeh. Cinghen te moem lamtah thadueng te boeih huel laeh.
Nineveh! The destroyer has come up against you; mount guard upon the rampart; watch the road; brace yourselves; strengthen your might to the utmost.
2 Amih aka culh rhoek tah culh uh tih a thingluei te mit cakhaw, BOEIPA loh Jakob kah mingthennah te Israel kah mingthennah bangla a mael sak ngawn ni.
For the Lord is restoring the majesty of Jacob and of Israel, though the devastators have plundered them and destroyed their vines.
3 A hlangrhalh rhoek kah photling tah thimyum tih tatthai hlang rhoek khaw thiling hmai leng neh nukyum uh. A khohnin ah sikim coeng tih hmaical a hlaek uh.
The shields of his warriors are dyed red, his soldiers are clothed in scarlet, his chariots gleam like fire on the day he prepares for battle spears are shaken.
4 Leng rhoek te vongvoel longah yan uh tih toltung ah cu uh. A mueimae mah hmaithoi bangla om tih rhaek bangla yong.
Chariots rush across the fields, storm through the squares; they flame like torches, they dart like lightening.
5 A khuet rhoek a thoelh tih a lambong, a lambong ah hlinghlawk uh. A vongtung ah tokthuet uh tih vongthung te a cikngae sak.
A leader rallies his nobles, they hurl themselves forward. They speed on toward the wall; the storming-shield is set up.
6 Tuiva vongka te ong uh tih lumim loh paci coeng.
The water-gates are thrown open, and the palace dissolves in ruins.
7 A suem bangla a poelyoe tih a khuen coeng. A salnu loh a thinko ah aka tum vahui ol bangla a hmaithawn coeng.
The queen is stripped, she is carried off. Her maids moan like doves, beating upon their breasts.
8 Nineveh khaw amah hnin lamloh tuibuem tui bangla om. Tedae amih te coe tih, ‘Pai dae, pai dae,’ a ti akhaw mael uh pawh.
Like a pool of water is Nineveh, her waters fast ebbing away. “Stand firm! Stand firm!” someone cries, but no one turns back.
9 Cak te poelyoe uh, sui khaw poelyoe uh laeh. Sahnaih hnopai cungkuem he thangpomnah hmuenmol kah a bawtnah moenih.
“Loot the silver, loot the gold, for there is no end to the treasure, the wealth and precious things.”
10 Hoengpawk neh daprhok la pong saeh. Lungbuei te yut saeh. Khuklu te khuep uh saeh lamtah a cinghen tom ah thueknah saeh. Maelhmai boeih te muhut la phuem saeh.
Nineveh is empty, desolate, devastated, with faint heart and knocking knee. There is weakness in every limb, and faces grow pale.
11 Sathueng khuirhung neh sathuengca kah a luemnah te melae? Sathueng neh sathuengnu te mela hnap a pongpa? Sathueng ca khaw lakueng a om moenih.
Where now is the den of lions? Where now the lair of their young? Where the lion used to withdraw, with his cubs, with none to disturb them?
12 Sathueng loh a casen rhoek te a rhoeh la a baeh tih amah sathuengnu hamla a kuiok sak. Te dongah a put te maeh neh, a khuisaek te saha neh a hu.
The lion tore enough for his cubs, and strangled prey for his lionesses. He filled his caves with the kill, he filled his lairs with fresh meat.
13 Nang taengah ka pai coeng he. He tah caempuei BOEIPA kah olphong ni. Anih kah leng te hmaikhu la ka toih ni. Te dongah na sathueng te cunghang loh a yoop ni. Te phoeiah na maeh te diklai lamloh ka hnawt vetih na puencawn ol ya voel mahpawh.
“But see, I am against you,” the Lord of hosts declares, “I will burn your chariots in smoke and fire. The sword will devour your young lions. You will never again prey on the land. No more will your messengers be heard.”
