Nahum 3
1 Woe to the city of blood, full of lies, full of plunder, never without prey.
Zikusanze ggwe ekibuga eky’omusaayi! Kyonna ekijjudde eby’obulimba n’obunyazi, ekitaggwaamu banyagiddwa.
2 The crack of the whip, the rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!
Muwulire okuvuga kw’embooko, n’okuvuuma kwa namuziga z’amagaali n’ebigere by’embalaasi nga bwe bivuga n’amagaali nga gakubaganira mu nguudo!
3 Charging horseman, flashing sword, shining spear; heaps of slain, mounds of corpses, dead bodies without end— they stumble over their dead—
Laba eggye ery’embalaasi erirumba, n’ebitala ebitemagana, n’amafumu agamyansa. Abatuukiddwako ebisago nga bayitirivu, ne ntuumu ennene ez’emirambo egitamanyiddwa muwendo; abantu bagirinnyirira.
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.
Bino byonna biri bityo kubanga Nineeve yeeweerayo ddala okwetunda eri abalabe ba Katonda obutasalako, nga malaaya omukulu, kye kibuga ekikyaamu ekitali kyesigwa ekyawubisa ebirala, omukulu w’obufumu, ekyafuula amawanga abaddu baakyo olw’obwamalaaya bwakyo, n’olw’obulogo bwakyo.
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.
“Laba nkwolekedde,” bw’ayogera Mukama ow’Eggye, “era nditikka engoye zo ne zidda ku mutwe gwo. Ensi zonna ziriraba obwereere bwo n’obwakabaka bwonna bulabe ensonyi zo.
6 I will pelt you with filth and treat you with contempt; I will make a spectacle of you.
Ndikukanyugira kazambi, era ndikufuula ekyenyinyalwa ne nkufuula eky’okwelolera.
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?”
Awo bonna abalikutunuulira balikwesamba ne bagamba nti, ‘Nineeve kifuuse matongo, ani anakikungubagira?’ Abalikikubagiza baliva wa?”
8 Are you better than Thebes, stationed by the Nile with water around her, whose rampart was the sea, whose wall was the water?
Ggwe Nineeve ggw’osinga Tebesi ekyali kizimbiddwa ku mugga Kiyira ng’amazzi gakyetoolodde okukikuuma ku njuyi zonna? Olukomera lwakyo gwali mugga era amazzi ge gaali bbugwe waakyo.
9 Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength; Put and Libya were her allies.
Esiyopya ne Misiri ze zaakiwagiranga. Ate nga Abapuuti n’ab’omu Libiya nabo nga bakiyamba.
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.
Kyawambibwa, ne kitwalibwa mu buwaŋŋanguse. Abaana bwakyo abawere babetentebwa mu ntandikwa ya buli luguudo. Abakungu baakyo baakubirwa obululu, n’abasajja be ab’amaanyi baasibibwa mu njegere.
11 You too will become drunk; you will go into hiding and seek refuge from the enemy.
Nineeve naawe olitamiira, olyekweka ng’onoonya obuddukiro owone omulabe wo.
12 All your fortresses are fig trees with the first ripe figs; when shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater!
Ebigo byo byonna biri ng’emitiini egiriko ebibala ebisooka okwengera; bwe ginyeenyezebwa ne bigwa mu kamwa k’oyo anaabirya.
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.
Laba abalwanyi bammwe balinafuwa ne batiitiira ng’abakazi. Enzigi z’ensi yo nzigule eri abalabe bo. Era omuliro gwokezza emikiikiro gyazo.
14 Draw your water for the siege; strengthen your fortresses. Work the clay and tread the mortar; repair the brick kiln!
Weenyweze bajja kukulumba! Weeterekere ku mazzi g’onoonywako. Nyweza ebisenge byo. Noonya ettaka olisambe oddaabirize ekisenge eky’amatoffaali.
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!
Omuliro gulikulya, ekitala kirikuzikiriza. Wenna oliriibwa ng’enzige bwe zirya ebirime. Mweyongere obungi ng’enseenene, mwale ng’enzige.
16 You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of the sky. The young locust strips the land and flies away.
Mwongedde ku bungi bwa basuubuzi bammwe okusinga emmunyeenye ez’oku ggulu. Naye ensi baligikaza okufaanana ng’enzige bwe zimalawo ensi ne ziryoka zibuuka.
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.
Abakuumi bammwe bali ng’enzige, n’abakungu bammwe ng’ebibinja by’enzige ezibeera ku bisenge ku lunaku olw’obutiti. Enjuba bw’evaayo zibuuka ne ziraga etamanyiddwa.
18 O king of Assyria, your shepherds slumber; your officers sleep. Your people are scattered on the mountains with no one to gather them.
Abasumba bo nga babongoota, ggwe kabaka wa Bwasuli, n’abakungu abeekitiibwa bagalamidde nga bawumuddeko. Abantu bo basaasaanira ku nsozi nga tewali n’omu abakuŋŋaanya.
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?
Tewali kisobola kuwonya kiwundu kyo ekinene bwe kityo. Bonna abawulira ebikuguddeko bakuba bukubi mu ngalo olw’okugwa kwo. Ani ataakosebwa olw’ettima lyo eringi? Kubanga muntu ki ataatuusibwako bukambwe bwo obwa buli kakedde?
