Nahum 3
1 Mano kaka nobed malit ne dala mopongʼ gi remo, dala mopongʼ gi miriambo, dala mopongʼ gi gige mecho, kendo dala mopongʼ gi gik moyaki mosiko ka chando ji!
Woe to the bloody city! Full of lies and plunder, without end is the spoil.
2 Nochwade gi del malit, ka tiende geche magoyo koko, ka tiend farese maringo mamor matek, kendo ka geche maringo mag farese makakni ka mach!
Hear the crack of the whip, hear the rattle of wheels. Galloping horses, jolting chariots.
3 Oganda lweny omonjogi, gi ligengni mamil, kendo gi tonge mag lweny mamil! Joma ohinyore e lweny ngʼeny, kendo ringre joma otho ochok mangʼeny, ringre joma othogo okadho akwana, kendo joma ringo chwanyore kuom ringre joma othogo.
Horsemen charging, swords flashing, spears glittering, a multitude of slain, a heap of bodies, no end to the corpses over which people stumble!
4 Magi duto timore nikech gombo mandhaga mar ochot, maywayo ji ire, en e chot ma jo-nyakalondo dhi ire, en ema ne oketo ogendini misumbinine kuom timbene mag chode kendo oywayo ji kuome gi timbene mag jwok.
‘Because you acted like a whore, bewitching the nations, enticing the peoples,
5 Jehova Nyasaye Maratego wacho niya, “An gi sigu kodu. Abiro elo lepu maum wengeu. Abiro nyiso ogendini duto dugu, kendo pinjeruodhi biro neno wichkuot maru.
I am against you, Nineveh’ the Lord of hosts declares. ‘I will strip your clothes and show the nations your nakedness, and the kingdoms your shame.
6 Abiro bayi gi gik modwanyore kendo mochido, ka an kod chuny marach kodi, kendo abiro keti gima ji jaro.
‘I will fling loathsome filth at you, and make you an object of contempt, a spectacle,
7 Ji duto ma oneni biro ringi kawacho ni, ‘Nineve osepodho ere ngʼama noywage?’ Ere kama danwangʼie ngʼama nyalo hoyi?”
so that everyone who sees you will flee from you and say: “Nineveh is laid waste, who will mourn for her?”
8 Iparo ni iber moloyo Thebes mane oger e tiend aora mar Nael, ka olwore gi pi? Aorano ema ne otene kaka ohinga molwore, pige to ne obedone ohinga motegno.
‘Are you any better than Thebes, which stood on the banks of the Nile, with waters around as a rampart, whose wall was the sea of waters?
9 Jo-Kush gi Jo-Misri e kama nonwangʼie teko ma ok rum; jo-Put gi jo-Libya ne gin pinje kuom moko mane konye.
Her strength was Ethiopia and Egypt. The Libyans were her helpers, and Put with its countless people.
10 To kata kamano ne otere e twech, piny ma ok mare ma obedo misumba jomoko. Nyithinde ne ongʼad migepe matindo tindo e dho yore mag dalane. Ne ogo ombulu kuom jotende ma ruodhi, kendo joge madongo duto ne otwe gi nyororo.
Yet she was exiled and made captive. On all corners of the streets her infants were dashed to pieces. Lots were cast for her nobles, all her great ones were bound in chains.
11 In bende ibiro mer, ibiro pondo, kendo ibiro kwayo kar dak kuom jowasiki.
‘You too, Nineveh, will be drunk with fear; you too will seek a place of escape from the foe.
12 Miechu mochiel motegno duto nochal mana gi yiende mag ngʼowu, machiego olemo mokwongo; ka oyieng-gi to olembgi lwar e dho jochiemo.
All your fortresses are fig trees with the first ripe figs; if shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater!
13 Ne jolweny magi; gin mana mon lilo! Dhorangeye mag dalani oyaw malich ni wasiki; mach osewangʼogi.
Your troops are weak as women before your foes; the gates of your land are wide open; your defenses burned down.
14 Kanuru pi ka kinde mar agengʼa pok ochopo, meduru keto ohinga obed motegno! Nywasuru lowo kendo chweyeuru motegno, mondo matafarego ugergo kuonde momukore mag ohinga obed motegno!
‘Draw water for the siege, strengthen your forts. Go to the clay pits and tread the clay; take up the brick moulds.
15 Mach biro wangʼou kanyo, ligangla biro ngʼadou matindo tindo, mitieku mana ka dede mar bonyo momonjo piny. Medreuru ameda mana ka dede, medreuru ka det bonyo!
There the fire will consume you, the sword will cut you down. Multiply like the locust or a swarm of grasshoppers.
16 Usemedo jolok ohala magu, makoro githoth moloyo sulwe ma e polo, kendo kaka det bonyo chamo piny, e kaka giweyo piny duk bangʼe to gihuyo ma gia.
Increase the numbers of your merchants until they are more than the stars of heaven,
17 Joritou chalo det bonyo, jotendu to chalo gi det bonyo mochokore mathoth kabiro, kendo piyo e kor ot ka piny ngʼich, to ka chiengʼ owuok to gihuyo gidhi kuma mabor maonge ngʼama ongʼeyo.
until your watchmen are locusts, and your scribes like grasshoppers, which swarm in the hedges on a cold day; but when the sun rises they fly away, no one knows where.
18 Yaye ruodh jo-Asuria, jotendu nindo otero; ruodhi mau onindo piny mondo giywe. Jogi to okere ewi gode maonge ngʼama nyalo chokogi.
‘King of Assyria: your princes slumber, your nobles sleep! Your people are scattered on the mountains with no one to gather them!
19 Onge gima nyalo chango adhondeni, ihinyori marach. Ji duto mowinjo wach man kuomi pamo lwetgi kuom podho mari, nimar ere ngʼama pok oneno sand ma ok rum mane isandogo ji?
There is no healing for your hurt, your wound is incurable. All who hear of your fate clap their hands in joy, for who has escaped your limitless cruelty?’
