Nahum 3
1 Woe to the city of blood, full of lies, full of plunder, never without prey.
Kaiton birni mai zub da jini, wadda take cike da ƙarairayi, cike da ganima, wadda ba a rasa masu fāɗawa cikin wahala!
2 The crack of the whip, the rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!
Ku ji karar bulala da kwaramniyar ƙafafu, da sukuwar dawakai da girgizar kekunan yaƙi!
3 Charging horseman, flashing sword, shining spear; heaps of slain, mounds of corpses, dead bodies without end— they stumble over their dead—
Mahaya dawakai sun kunno kai, takuba suna walƙiya, māsu kuma suna ƙyali; ga ɗumbun da aka kashe ga tsibin matattu, gawawwaki ba iyaka, mutane suna tuntuɓe da gawawwaki,
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.
duk saboda yawan sha’awace-sha’awacen karuwa, mai daɗin baki, uwargidan maita, wadda ta ɓad da al’ummai ta wurin karuwancinta ta kuma ɓad da mutane ta wurin maitancinta.
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.
“Ina gāba da ke,” in ji Ubangiji Maɗaukaki. “Zan kware fatarinki a idonki. Zan nuna wa al’ummai tsiraicinki, masarautai kuma kunyarki.
6 I will pelt you with filth and treat you with contempt; I will make a spectacle of you.
Zan watsa miki ƙazanta, in yi miki wulaƙanci in kuma mai da ke abin reni.
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?”
Duk wanda ya gan ki zai gudu daga gare ki yana cewa, ‘Ninebe ta lalace, wa zai yi makoki domin ta?’ Ina zan sami wani wanda zai yi miki ta’aziyya?”
8 Are you better than Thebes, stationed by the Nile with water around her, whose rampart was the sea, whose wall was the water?
Kin fi Tebes ne da take a bakin Nilu, da ruwa yake kewaye da ita? Rafi shi ne kāriyarta, ruwanta kuma katanga.
9 Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength; Put and Libya were her allies.
Kush da kuma Masar su ne ƙarfinta marar iyaka; Fut da Libiya suna cikin mataimakanta.
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.
Duk da haka an tafi da ita ta kuma tafi bauta. Aka fyaɗa ƙanananta da ƙasa aka yayyanka su gunduwa-gunduwa a kan kowane titi. Aka jefa ƙuri’a a kan manyan mutanenta, aka daure manyan mutanenta da sarƙoƙi.
11 You too will become drunk; you will go into hiding and seek refuge from the enemy.
Ke ma za ki bugu, za ki ɓuya. Ki kuma nemi mafaka daga wurin abokin gāba.
12 All your fortresses are fig trees with the first ripe figs; when shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater!
Dukan kagarunki suna kama da itatuwan ɓaure da’ya’yansu da suka nuna. Da an girgiza, sai ɓaure su zuba a bakin mai sha.
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.
Dubi mayaƙanki, duk mata ne! Ƙofofin ƙasarki a buɗe suke ga abokan gābanki, wuta ta cinye madogaransu.
14 Draw your water for the siege; strengthen your fortresses. Work the clay and tread the mortar; repair the brick kiln!
Ki ja ruwa gama za a kewaye ki da yaƙi. Ki ƙara ƙarfin kagaranki! Ki kwaɓa laka, ki sassaƙa turmi ki gyara abin yin tubali!
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!
A can wuta za tă cinye ki; takobi zai sare ki, kuma kamar fāra, za a cinye ki. Ki riɓaɓɓanya kamar fāra, ki riɓaɓɓanya kamar fārin ɗango!
16 You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of the sky. The young locust strips the land and flies away.
Kin ƙara yawan masu kasuwancinki har sai da suka fi taurarin sama. Amma kamar fāra sun cinye ƙasar sa’an nan suka tashi, suka tafi.
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.
Masu tsaronki suna kama da fāri ɗango, shugabanninki sun yi cincirindo kamar fārin ɗango da suka sauka a kan bango a rana mai sanyi, amma da rana ta fito, duk za su tashi su tafi, ba kuma wanda ya san inda suka nufa.
18 O king of Assyria, your shepherds slumber; your officers sleep. Your people are scattered on the mountains with no one to gather them.
Ya sarkin Assuriya, makiyayanka sun yi barci; manyan mutanenka sun kwanta su huta. An watsar da mutanenka a cikin duwatsu, ba wanda zai tattaro su.
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?
Ba abin da zai warkar da rauninka; rauninka ya yi muni. Duk wanda ya ji labarinka zai tafa hannuwansa saboda farin cikin fāɗuwarka, gama wane ne bai ji jiki a hannunka ba?
