Nahum 3
1 Woe to the city of blood, full of lies, full of plunder, never without prey.
Anunae thii aka long khopuei aih, a pum la laithae tih longrhak ah bae, maeh khaw hlong tlaih pawh.
2 The crack of the whip, the rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!
Rhuihet ol neh hinghuennah kah lengkho ol mai neh. Marhang khaw rhetlo tih leng khaw a soek.
3 Charging horseman, flashing sword, shining spear; heaps of slain, mounds of corpses, dead bodies without end— they stumble over their dead—
Marhang caem te cet tih cunghang hmaihluei neh, khopha caai neh, rhokpam cungkuem neh rhok khaw hmoeng. Te dongah rhok te bawt pawt tih a rhok dongah paloe la paloe uh.
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.
Pumyoi kah pumyoihnah boeih, sungrhai hnam kah mikdaithen kah a then loh a pumyoihnah neh namtom a yoih tih a sungrhai neh hlang koca a yoih.
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.
Nang taengah ka pai coeng he. He tah caempuei BOEIPA kah olphong ni. Na hnihmoi te na maelhmai duela kan hliphen vetih na yangyal te namtom taengah, na yah te ram tom ah ka tueng ni.
6 I will pelt you with filth and treat you with contempt; I will make a spectacle of you.
Nang dongkah sarhingkoi te ka voeih vetih nang kan tahah sak ni. Te vaengah nang te sawtkoi la kang khueh ni.
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?”
Ana om dae lah, nang aka hmu boeih tah nang lamloh suel ni. Te vaengah, “Nineveh tah rhoelrhak uh coeng, anih ham unim aka rhaehba lah ve? Nang aka hloep te melam ka tlap eh?” a ti ni.
8 Are you better than Thebes, stationed by the Nile with water around her, whose rampart was the sea, whose wall was the water?
Sokko tui ah aka om Amon No lakah na then nim? Te tah a taengah rhalmahvong pin om tih a vongtung he tuipuei lamloh tuipuei duela om.
9 Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength; Put and Libya were her allies.
Kusah neh Egypt kah a thaa khaw bawt pawh. Put neh Lubim khaw nang bomnah dongah om rhoi.
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.
Tedae anih tah vangsawn ah tamna la cet. A camoe rhoek khaw tol takuem ah a lu a til pa uh. A thangpom rhoek te hmulung a naan thil uh tih a hlanglen boeih rhoek te hmaipom neh a siing uh.
11 You too will become drunk; you will go into hiding and seek refuge from the enemy.
Nang khaw na rhuihmil vetih aka thuh uh la na om ni. Namah te thunkha taeng lamloh lunghim na tlap bal ni.
12 All your fortresses are fig trees with the first ripe figs; when shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater!
Na hmuencak boeih te thaihcuek neh a hlinghloek vaengah aka ca kah ka khuila aka cuhu thaibu banghui ni.
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.
Na pilnam aih ke, huta rhoek khaw namah khui ah na thunkha la om coeng. Na khohmuen vongka te ah la ah coeng tih na thohkalh te hmai loh a hlawp coeng.
14 Draw your water for the siege; strengthen your fortresses. Work the clay and tread the mortar; repair the brick kiln!
Vongup tui te namah hamla than laeh. Na hmuencak khaw moem laeh. Tangnong te paan lamtah taplai la til laeh. Taptlang khaw tlaih laeh.
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!
Nang te hmai loh n'hlawp pahoi vetih cunghang long khaw nang n'saii ni. Nang te lungang bangla n'caak ni. Lungang bangla pung vaikhai lamtah kaisih bangla pung vaikhai.
16 You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of the sky. The young locust strips the land and flies away.
Na thenpom te vaan kah aisi lakah na ping sak dae lungang loh a cilh vaengah ding bitni.
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.
Na taengom rhoek te kaisih banghui ni. Na rhalboei rhoek khaw yuet banghui ni. Yuet he khosik hnin ah tah tanglung dongah rhaeh dae, khomik a thoeng nen tah poeng sumsoek tih a hmuen mela a om khaw mingpha pawh.
18 O king of Assyria, your shepherds slumber; your officers sleep. Your people are scattered on the mountains with no one to gather them.
Assyria manghai nang aka dawn rhoek te a mikku coeng. Namah kah a khuet rhoek khaw om sut uh coeng. Na pilnam te tlang ah pet uh tih aka coi om pawh.
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?
Na pocinah dongah toinah om pawh. Na hmasoe khaw nue coeng. Na boethae loh a dom te a bawt yoeyah pawt dongah na olthang aka ya boeih loh nang taengah kut a ving uh ni.
