Nahum 2
1 One who scatters advances against you, O Nineveh. Guard the fortress! Watch the road! Brace yourselves! Summon all your strength!
Ngʼat mabiro monji ochomi, yaye Nineve, omiyo rit dala mochiel motegno, rit yoreni, bed gi ikruok maber, kuom tekoni duto!
2 For the LORD will restore the splendor of Jacob like the splendor of Israel, though destroyers have laid them waste and ruined the branches of their vine.
Jehova Nyasaye biro dwoko duongʼ mar Jakobo, mana ka duongʼ mar Israel, kata obedo ni joma omonje osekethe kendo oseketho puothegi mag mzabibu.
3 The shields of his mighty men are red; the valiant warriors are dressed in scarlet. The fittings of the chariots flash like fire on the day they are prepared, and the spears of cypress have been brandished.
Okumba mag jolweny osebedo makwar ka remo; kendo lewni ma girwakorego bende kwar. Chuma manie ewi gechegi mil ka giikore ne chiengʼ lweny; tongegi opiag mabith kendo milni ka gikedogo.
4 The chariots dash through the streets; they rush around the plazas, appearing like torches, darting about like lightning.
Geche powore e yore mag dala, ka giringo koni gi koni e tunge mag dala. Gichalo gi rameny maliel mager, ka gipiachore ka mil polo.
5 He summons his nobles; they stumble as they advance. They race to its wall; the protective shield is set in place.
Oluongo jolweny mage moyiero, to gichwanyore ka gidhi. Giringo ka gidhi e ohinga mar dala; ka gigengʼore gi okumba.
6 The river gates are thrown open and the palace collapses.
Ohinga mane gigengʼogo pi madonjo e dala ruoth omukore, bende od ruoth ogore piny.
7 It is decreed that the city be exiled and carried away; her maidservants moan like doves, and beat upon their breasts.
Osegol Chik ni dala maduongʼ nyaka maki ma ter e piny ma wendo. Wasumbinigi ma nyiri ywagore ka akuche kendo ka gidwongʼo korgi.
8 Nineveh has been like a pool of water throughout her days, but now it is draining away. “Stop! Stop!” they cry, but no one turns back.
Nineve chalo dago, kendo pige mol kadhi. Giywak kagiwacho niya, “Chungʼ! Chungʼ!” to onge ngʼama lokore duogo.
9 “Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold!” There is no end to the treasure, an abundance of every precious thing.
Yakuru fedha! Yakuru dhahabu! Mwandugi ngʼeny mokadho, gin mwandu mogol kuonde kenogi duto.
10 She is emptied! Yes, she is desolate and laid waste! Hearts melt, knees knock, bodies tremble, and every face grows pale!
Odongʼ nono, omaye gik moko duto, bende olonye modongʼ duk. Kibaji ogoyo chunygi, bende chongegi onyosere, kendo dendgi tetni ka ngʼato ka ngʼato wangʼe ojowore.
11 Where is the lions’ lair or the feeding ground of the young lions, where the lion and lioness prowled with their cubs, with nothing to frighten them away?
Koro to ere bur sibuor kama ne gipidhoe nyithindgi, kama sibuor madichwo gi sibuor madhako nodhiye, ka nyithind sibuochego onge gi gima ginyalo luoro?
12 The lion mauled enough for its cubs and strangled prey for the lioness. It filled its dens with the kill, and its lairs with mauled prey.
Sibuor ne yangʼo le moromo nyithinde kendo ne gideyo le ma gichamo gi nyawadgi, ka opongʼo kar kano chiembe kod kuonde dakne gi gik monegi.
13 “Behold, I am against you,” declares the LORD of Hosts. “I will send your chariots up in smoke, and the sword will devour your young lions. I will cut off your prey from the earth, and the voices of your messengers will no longer be heard.”
Jehova Nyasaye Maratego wacho niya, “An gi sigu kodu. Abiro wangʼo gecheu mag lweny gi mach mawuog iro kendo ligangla biro tieko sibuoche matindo maroteke. Kata ringregi motho ok anawenu e piny. Dwond jooteu ok nowinj kendo.”
