Nahum 3
1 Woe to the city of blood, full of lies, full of plunder, never without prey.
Tsoka kwa mzinda wopha anthu, mzinda wodzaza ndi mabodza, mzinda wodzaza ndi anthu olanda zinthu anzawo, mu mzinda mʼmene simusowa anthu osautsidwa nthawi zonse!
2 The crack of the whip, the rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!
Kulira kwa zikwapu, mkokomo wa mikombero, kufuwula kwa akavalo ndiponso phokoso la magaleta!
3 Charging horseman, flashing sword, shining spear; heaps of slain, mounds of corpses, dead bodies without end— they stumble over their dead—
Kuthamanga kwa anthu okwera pa akavalo, kungʼanima kwa malupanga ndi kunyezimira kwa mikondo! Anthu ambiri ophedwa, milumilu ya anthu akufa, mitembo yosawerengeka, anthu akupunthwa pa mitemboyo.
4 because of the many harlotries of the harlot, the seductive mistress of sorcery, who betrays nations by her prostitution and clans by her witchcraft.
Zonsezi ndi chifukwa cha zilakolako za mkazi wachiwerewere, wokopa anthu uja, mkazi wochita zamatsenga, amene anakopa mitundu ya anthu ndi zachiwerewere zake, ndiponso anthu a mitundu ina ndi zaufiti zake.
5 “Behold, I am against you,” declares the LORD of Hosts. “I will lift your skirts over your face. I will show your nakedness to the nations and your shame to the kingdoms.
Yehova Wamphamvuzonse akuti, “Ine ndikutsutsana nawe. Ndidzakuvula chovala chako. Anthu a mitundu ina ndidzawaonetsa umaliseche wako ndipo udzachita manyazi pamaso pa maufumu onse.
6 I will pelt you with filth and treat you with contempt; I will make a spectacle of you.
Ndidzakuthira zonyansa, ndidzakuchititsa manyazi ndiponso kukusandutsa chinthu choseketsa.
7 Then all who see you will recoil from you and say, ‘Nineveh is devastated; who will grieve for her?’ Where can I find comforters for you?”
Onse amene adzakuona adzakuthawa ndipo adzati, ‘Ninive wasanduka bwinja, adzamulira ndani?’ Kodi ndingamupeze kuti munthu woti nʼkukutonthoza?”
8 Are you better than Thebes, stationed by the Nile with water around her, whose rampart was the sea, whose wall was the water?
Kodi ndiwe wopambana Tebesi, mzinda wokhala mʼmbali mwa Nailo, wozunguliridwa ndi madzi? Mtsinjewo unali chitetezo chake, madziwo anali linga lake.
9 Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength; Put and Libya were her allies.
Mphamvu zake zinali Kusi ndi Igupto, Puti ndi Libiya anali ena mwa abwenzi ake.
10 Yet she became an exile; she went into captivity. Her infants were dashed to pieces at the head of every street. They cast lots for her dignitaries, and all her nobles were bound in chains.
Komabe anthu a ku Tebesi anagwidwa ndipo anapita ku ukapolo. Ana ake anawaphwanyitsa pansi mʼmisewu yonse ya mu mzindamo. Anachita maere ogawana anthu ake otchuka, ndipo anthu ake onse amphamvu anamangidwa ndi maunyolo.
11 You too will become drunk; you will go into hiding and seek refuge from the enemy.
Iwenso Ninive udzaledzera; udzabisala ndipo udzafunafuna malo othawirako kuopa mdani.
12 All your fortresses are fig trees with the first ripe figs; when shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater!
Malo ako onse otetezedwa ali ngati mitengo ya mkuyu yokhala ndi zipatso zoyambirira kucha; pamene agwedeza mitengoyo, nkhuyuzo zimagwera mʼkamwa mwa wofuna kuzidya.
13 Look at your troops— they are like your women! The gates of your land are wide open to your enemies; fire consumes their bars.
Tayangʼana ankhondo ako, onse ali ngati akazi! Zipata za dziko lako zatsekukira adani ako; moto wapsereza mipiringidzo yake.
14 Draw your water for the siege; strengthen your fortresses. Work the clay and tread the mortar; repair the brick kiln!
Tungani madzi woti mudzamwe nthawi ya kuzunguliridwa kwanu, limbitsani chitetezo chanu! Pondani dothi, ikani mʼchikombole, konzani khoma la njerwa!
15 There the fire will devour you; the sword will cut you down and consume you like a young locust. Make yourself many like the young locust; make yourself many like the swarming locust!
Kumeneko moto udzakupserezani; lupanga lidzakukanthani ndipo lidzakuwonongani ngati likuwononga ziwala. Chulukanani ngati ziwala, chulukanani ngati dzombe!
16 You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of the sky. The young locust strips the land and flies away.
Mwachulukitsa chiwerengero cha anthu a malonda anu mpaka kupambana nyenyezi za mlengalenga, koma iwo ngati dzombe akuwononga dziko ndipo kenaka akuwuluka nʼkuchoka.
17 Your guards are like the swarming locust, and your scribes like clouds of locusts that settle on the walls on a cold day. When the sun rises, they fly away, and no one knows where.
Akalonga ako ali ngati dzombe, akuluakulu ako ali ngati gulu la dzombe limene lamatirira pa khoma nthawi yozizira, koma pamene dzuwa latuluka limawuluka, ndipo palibe amene amadziwa komwe lapita.
18 O king of Assyria, your shepherds slumber; your officers sleep. Your people are scattered on the mountains with no one to gather them.
Iwe mfumu ya ku Asiriya, abusa ako agona tulo; anthu ako olemekezeka amwalira. Anthu ako amwazikira ku mapiri popanda ndi mmodzi yemwe wowasonkhanitsa.
19 There is no healing for your injury; your wound is severe. All who hear the news of you applaud your downfall, for who has not experienced your constant cruelty?
Palibe chimene chingachize bala lako; chilonda chako sichingapole. Aliyense amene amamva za iwe amawomba mʼmanja chifukwa cha kugwa kwako, kodi alipo amene sanazilawepo nkhanza zako zosatha?
