Nahum 3
1 Woe to the city of blood, full of lies, full of plunder, never without prey.
Mawa na engumba oyo mosala na yango kosopa makila ya bato, engumba oyo etonda na makambo ya lokuta mpe na moyibi, engumba oyo ezangaka te koboma bato!
2 The crack of the whip, the rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!
Tango nyonso, kaka makelele ya bafimbu, makelele ya bapine: bampunda ezali kopumbwa, mpe bashar ezali koningana.
3 Charging horseman, flashing sword, shining spear; heaps of slain, mounds of corpses, dead bodies without end— they stumble over their dead—
Basoda oyo batambolaka likolo ya bampunda bazali kotambola-tambola, mipanga ezali kongenga, makonga ezali koleka-leka lokola mikalikali! Bato bazali kozoka, kokufa ebele penza! Bongo bibembe elali-lali bisika nyonso, mpe makolo ya bato ekomi kotuta bibembe tango bazali kotambola.
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.
Makambo oyo nyonso esalemi likolo ya makambo ya nkele ya engumba oyo etonda na kindumba, engumba ya kitoko makasi kasi etonda na misala ya soloka, engumba oyo epengwisaka bikolo na nzela ya kindumba na yango mpe epengwisaka bato na nzela ya misala na yango ya soloka.
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.
« Natombokeli yo, » elobi Yawe, Mokonzi ya mampinga; « nakotombola yo elamba kino na elongi, nakolakisa bolumbu na yo na miso ya bikolo mosusu mpe nakoyokisa yo soni na miso ya bamboka nyonso.
6 I will pelt you with filth and treat you with contempt; I will make a spectacle of you.
Nakobwakela yo bosoto, nakosambwisa yo mpe nakokomisa yo eloko ya maseki.
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?”
Bato nyonso oyo bakomona yo bakokima mpe bakoganga: ‹ Engumba Ninive ebebisami boye! Nani akoyokela yango mawa? › »
8 Are you better than Thebes, stationed by the Nile with water around her, whose rampart was the sea, whose wall was the water?
Boni, okanisi ete ozali kitoko koleka engumba Tebesi oyo ezalaka pembeni ya ebale Nili mpe ezingelama na mayi, bongo ebale ebatelaka yango mpe mayi ezalaka lokola mir oyo ebombaka yango?
9 Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength; Put and Libya were her allies.
Makasi na yango ezalaki kowuta na Kushi mpe na Ejipito; bato ya Puti mpe ya Libi bazalaki kosunga yango.
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.
Nzokande, yango mpe ekweyaki, mpe bamemaki bato na yango na bowumbu. Bakataki-kataki na biteni bana na bango na babalabala nyonso, babetaki zeke mpo na kopona bato na yango ya lokumu mpo ete bamema bango na bowumbu, mpe bakangaki bakambi na yango minyololo.
11 You too will become drunk; you will go into hiding and seek refuge from the enemy.
Yo mpe okokoma lokola moto oyo alangwe masanga, yo mpe okoluka ekimelo mpo na kokima banguna na yo.
12 All your fortresses are fig trees with the first ripe figs; when shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater!
Bandako na yo nyonso, oyo batonga makasi ezali lokola banzete ya figi etonda na bambuma ya liboso ekomela; soki kaka bameki koningisa yango, bambuma ekweyaka kino na monoko ya moto ya lokoso.
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.
Tala malamu mampinga na yo, balemba lokola basi; bikuke ya mokili na yo ezali polele liboso ya banguna na yo, pamba te moto ezikisi bikangelo na yango.
14 Draw your water for the siege; strengthen your fortresses. Work the clay and tread the mortar; repair the brick kiln!
Bino bato ya engumba oyo, bomitokela libela mayi mpo ete bakozingela bino; bolendisa libela bamir oyo ebatelaka engumba na bino; bokamata mabele oyo batongelaka bandako, bosangisa yango mpo ete ekoma potopoto, bongo bobeta babiliki mpe botumba yango.
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!
Kuna nde moto ekoya kozikisa yo, mopanga ekoya koboma yo mpe kosilisa yo lokola mabanki. Tika ete bato na yo bakoma ebele lokola mabanki, bakoma lisusu ebele makasi lokola mankoko.
16 You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of the sky. The young locust strips the land and flies away.
Okomisi motango ya bato na yo ya mombongo ebele koleka ata minzoto ya likolo, kasi babebisi mokili nyonso mpe bapumbwe na bango ndenge kaka mankoko esalaka.
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.
Bakengeli na yo bazali lokola mankoko, bakonzi ya basoda na yo bazali lokola maboke ya mabanki oyo eyaka kovanda na bamir ya lopango na tango ya malili; kasi soki kaka moyi ebimi, yango nyonso epanzani, mpe moto moko te ayebaka esika yango ekendaka.
18 O king of Assyria, your shepherds slumber; your officers sleep. Your people are scattered on the mountains with no one to gather them.
Oh mokonzi ya Asiri, bakambi na yo bazali kolala pongi, basoda na yo ya mpiko balali pongi ya makasi, mampinga na yo bapalangani na bangomba mpe moto akosangisa bango azali komonana te.
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?
Ezali ata na kisi moko te oyo ekoki kobikisa pota na yo; pota na yo ezali monene makasi! Moto nyonso oyo akoyoka sango ya makambo oyo ekomeli yo akobeta maboko mpo na kokweyisama na yo. Pamba te nani oyo ozangaki kosala mabe?
