Nahum 3
1 Woe to the city of blood, full of lies, full of plunder, never without prey.
Lozan’ ny tanàna mpandatsa-drà! Feno lainga sy fandozana izy; Tsy ialan-dremby ao aminy.
2 The crack of the whip, the rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!
Injany! ny fifiopioky ny karavasy! Ny fikorodondrodon’ ny kodia! Ny fikatrokatroky ny soavaly! Ary ny fitraitraiky ny kalesy!
3 Charging horseman, flashing sword, shining spear; heaps of slain, mounds of corpses, dead bodies without end— they stumble over their dead—
He! ny fampiriotry ny mpitaingin-tsoavaly! Akory ny fanelatselatry ny sabatra Sy ny famirapiratry ny lefona! Indrisy ny habetsahan’ ny voatrabaka sy ny hamaroan’ ny voavono! Tsy hita isa ny faty, Eny, voafingampingan’ ny faty ny olona,
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.
Noho ny habiazan’ ny fijangajangan’ ikala janga tsara tarehy, Tompovavin’ ny fankatovana, Izay mivarotra firenena amin’ ny fijangajangany Sy fokom-pirenena amin’ ny fankatovany.
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.
Indro, hamely anao Aho, hoy Jehovah, Tompon’ ny maro; Ary haingaiko ho amin’ ny tavanao ny moron-tongotr’ akanjonao, Ka hasehoko amin’ ny firenena ny fitanjahanao Sy amin’ ny fanjakana ny fahamenaranao.
6 I will pelt you with filth and treat you with contempt; I will make a spectacle of you.
Dia hotsipazako loto ianao Ka hataoko tsinontsinona, Eny, hataoko fitalanjonana ianao.
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?”
Arv izay rehetra mijery anao dia handositra anao Ka hanao hoe: Rava Ninive! Iza no hitomany azy? Aiza no hitadiavako izay hampionona anao?
8 Are you better than Thebes, stationed by the Nile with water around her, whose rampart was the sea, whose wall was the water?
Tsara noho No-amona va ianao? Ilay nitoetra teo anelanelan’ ny ony Ka nohodidinin’ ny rano; Ny rano be no rovany, Ary ny rano be koa no mandany;
9 Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength; Put and Libya were her allies.
Ny Etiopiana sy ny Egyptiana no heriny, Sady tsy hita lany ireny; Ny Lydiana sy ny Libyana no mpanampy azy.
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.
Nefa na izy aza dia lasa, eny, lasan-ko babo; Ny zanany madinika koa notorotoroina teny an-joron-dalambe rehetra eny; Ny olo-malazany nanaovany filokana, Ary ny lehibeny rehetra nogadrana.
11 You too will become drunk; you will go into hiding and seek refuge from the enemy.
Hianao koa ho mamo ka hiafina, Hianao koa hitady fiarovana mafy hierenao ny fahavalonao.
12 All your fortresses are fig trees with the first ripe figs; when shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater!
Ny manda mafinao rehetra ho tahaka ny aviavy misy voa mialin-taona: Raha hohozongozonina izy, dia hihintsana ao am-bavan’ izay hihinana aza.
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.
Indro, vehivavy no olonao ao aminao; Hidiran’ ny fahavalonao no hidananan’ ny vavahadin’ ny taninao; Levon’ ny afo ny hidinao.
14 Draw your water for the siege; strengthen your fortresses. Work the clay and tread the mortar; repair the brick kiln!
Manangona rano ho anao ho an’ ny fahirano; Hamafio ny mandanao; Mirotsaha amin’ ny fotaka, ka hosihoseo ho feta, Amboary ny lafaoro fandoroam-biriky.
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!
Any no handevonan’ ny afo anao Sy handripahan’ ny sabatra anao; Hohaniny toy ny fihinan’ ny valalavao ianao; Mihamaroa toy ny valalavao, Mihabetsaha toy ny valala.
16 You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of the sky. The young locust strips the land and flies away.
Nataonao betsaka noho ny kintana eny amin’ ny lanitra ny mpandrantonao; Mipariaka ny valalavao ka lasa manidina.
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.
Ny andriananao dia toy ny valala, Ary ny mpifehinao dia toy ny valalavao, Izay mitoby eny amin’ ny fefy, raha mangatsiaka ny andro; Fa raha miposaka ny masoandro, dia lasa manidina izy, Ka tsy fantatra izay nalehany.
18 O king of Assyria, your shepherds slumber; your officers sleep. Your people are scattered on the mountains with no one to gather them.
Rendrehana ny mpiandrinao, ry mpanjakan’ i Asyria; Miampatrampatra ny lehilahy maherinao; Aely eny an-tendrombohitra ny olonao. Ka tsy misy mamory azy.
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?
Tsy mety mihena ny fangirifirianao, Tsy azo sitranina ny ferinao; Izay rehetra ilazana ny nanjo anao dia hiteha-tanana anao; Fa iza no tsy efa tratry ny fandozanao mandrakariva?
