Nahum 3
1 Woe to the city of blood, full of lies, full of plunder, never without prey.
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!
2 The crack of the whip, the rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!
Nochwade gi del malit, ka tiende geche magoyo koko, ka tiend farese maringo mamor matek, kendo ka geche maringo mag farese makakni ka mach!
3 Charging horseman, flashing sword, shining spear; heaps of slain, mounds of corpses, dead bodies without end— they stumble over their dead—
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
6 I will pelt you with filth and treat you with contempt; I will make a spectacle of you.
Abiro bayi gi gik modwanyore kendo mochido, ka an kod chuny marach kodi, kendo abiro keti gima ji jaro.
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?”
Ji duto ma oneni biro ringi kawacho ni, ‘Nineve osepodho ere ngʼama noywage?’ Ere kama danwangʼie ngʼama nyalo hoyi?”
8 Are you better than Thebes, stationed by the Nile with water around her, whose rampart was the sea, whose wall was the water?
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.
9 Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength; Put and Libya were her allies.
Jo-Kush gi Jo-Misri e kama nonwangʼie teko ma ok rum; jo-Put gi jo-Libya ne gin pinje kuom moko mane konye.
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.
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.
11 You too will become drunk; you will go into hiding and seek refuge from the enemy.
In bende ibiro mer, ibiro pondo, kendo ibiro kwayo kar dak kuom jowasiki.
12 All your fortresses are fig trees with the first ripe figs; when shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater!
Miechu mochiel motegno duto nochal mana gi yiende mag ngʼowu, machiego olemo mokwongo; ka oyieng-gi to olembgi lwar e dho jochiemo.
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.
Ne jolweny magi; gin mana mon lilo! Dhorangeye mag dalani oyaw malich ni wasiki; mach osewangʼogi.
14 Draw your water for the siege; strengthen your fortresses. Work the clay and tread the mortar; repair the brick kiln!
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!
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!
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!
16 You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of the sky. The young locust strips the land and flies away.
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.
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.
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.
18 O king of Assyria, your shepherds slumber; your officers sleep. Your people are scattered on the mountains with no one to gather them.
Yaye ruodh jo-Asuria, jotendu nindo otero; ruodhi mau onindo piny mondo giywe. Jogi to okere ewi gode maonge ngʼama nyalo chokogi.
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?
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?
