Nahum 3
1 Woe to the city of blood, full of lies, full of plunder, never without prey.
Waxaa iska hoogtay magaalada dhiigga! Waayo, dhammaanteed waxaa ka buuxa been iyo dhac, oo boobkuna iyada kama dhammaado.
2 The crack of the whip, the rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!
Oo waxaa ka buuxa dhawaaqa karbaashka, iyo dhawaaqa giraangiraha qablamaya, iyo fardo qoobqaadaya, iyo gaadhifardoodyo boodboodaya,
3 Charging horseman, flashing sword, shining spear; heaps of slain, mounds of corpses, dead bodies without end— they stumble over their dead—
iyo fardooley hor u socda, iyo seef dhalaalaysa, iyo waran birbirqaya, iyo dad badan oo la laayay, iyo bakhti faro badan oo iskor tuulsan, oo meydadkuna innaba dhammaad ma leh, oo waa lagu turunturoodaan meydadkooda,
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.
maxaa yeelay, waa dhillanimadii faraha badnayd oo ay fashay dhilladii aad loo jeclaa oo ah sayidaddii sixirrada, oo quruumo ku iibisa dhillanimadeeda, oo reerona ku iibisa sixirradeeda.
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.
Rabbigii ciidammadu wuxuu leeyahay, Bal eeg, col baan kula ahay, oo gogaradahaagana waan kaa feydi doonaa oo wejigaan kuu saari doonaa, oo waxaan quruumaha tusi doonaa cawradaada, boqortooyooyinkana ceebtaada.
6 I will pelt you with filth and treat you with contempt; I will make a spectacle of you.
Oo wasakh baan korkaaga ku tuuri doonaa, oo ceeb baan ku saari doonaa, oo waxaan kaa dhigi doonaa wax lagu dhaygago.
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?”
Oo waxay noqon doontaa in kuwa ku fiiriya oo dhammu ay kaa cararaan oo ay yidhaahdaan, Nineweh waa la baabbi'iyey, bal yaa iyada u barooran doona? Xaggee baanse kuwa u tacsiyeeya uga doonaa?
8 Are you better than Thebes, stationed by the Nile with water around her, whose rampart was the sea, whose wall was the water?
Bal adigu miyaad ka wanaagsan tahay Noo Aamoon, taasoo webiyada dhexdooda ku jirtay, oo ay biyuhu ku hareeraysnaayeen, oo dhufayskeedu u badda ahaa, derbigeeduna u badda ahaa?
9 Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength; Put and Libya were her allies.
Itoobiya iyo Masar waxay ahaayeen xooggeeda aan dhammaadka lahayn, oo reer Fuud iyo reer Luubiimna waxay ahaayeen kuwii u hiilin jiray.
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.
Habase yeeshee iyadii waa la kaxaystay oo maxaabiis ahaan baa loo watay, oo dhallaankeediina dhulkaa lagaga tuuray jidadka rukummadooda oo dhan, oo nimankeedii sharafta lahaa saami baa loo ritay, oo raggeedii waaweynaa oo dhanna silsilado baa lagu xidhay.
11 You too will become drunk; you will go into hiding and seek refuge from the enemy.
Oo weliba adigu waad sakhraami doontaa oo waad qarsoonaan doontaa, adiguna cadowga aawadiis dufays baad doondooni doontaa.
12 All your fortresses are fig trees with the first ripe figs; when shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater!
Qalcadahaaga oo dhammu waxay noqon doonaan sida geedo berde ah oo midho hore u bislaaday ku yaalliin, oo haddii la ruxruxo waxay ku soo daatan kan wax cuna afkiisa.
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.
Bal eeg, dadkaaga ku dhex jooga waa dumar, oo irdaha dalkaaguna waa u bannaan yihiin cadaawayaashaada, oo qataaradaadiina dab baa baabbi'iyey.
14 Draw your water for the siege; strengthen your fortresses. Work the clay and tread the mortar; repair the brick kiln!
Biyo u soo dhaanso hareeraynta aawadeed, oo qalcadahaagana adkee. Dhoobada dhex gal, oo dhigada ku joogjoogso, oo xoog u yeel meesha lebenka lagu dubo.
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!
Halkaasaa dab kugu laasan doona, oo seef baa ku baabbi'in doonta, oo waxay kuu dhammayn doontaa sida koronkorro, bal isu badi sidii koronkorro oo kale, oo sidii ayax oo kale isu badi.
16 You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of the sky. The young locust strips the land and flies away.
Baayacmushtariyaashaadii waxaad ka sii badisay xiddigaha samada, koronkorraduse intay wax cunto bay iska duushaa.
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.
Kuwaaga taajka lahu waa sidii ayax oo kale, oo karraaniyaashaaduna waa sidii kobojaan raxan ah, kaasoo maalintii qabow xaydaanka dhex dega, laakiinse kolkii qorraxdu soo baxdo way iska cararaan, oo meeshay joogaan lama yaqaan.
18 O king of Assyria, your shepherds slumber; your officers sleep. Your people are scattered on the mountains with no one to gather them.
Boqorkii Ashuurow, adhijirradaadii lulo baa haysa, geesiyaashaadii way nasanayaan, dadkaagii wuxuu ku kala firidhsan yahay buuraha dushooda, oo wax iyaga soo ururiyana lama arko.
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?
Nabarkaagu bogsan maayo, dhaawacaaguna aad buu u xun yahay, oo kuwa warkaaga maqla oo dhammuba way kugu sacab tumaan, waayo, bal waa kuma kan aanay xumaantaadu had iyo goorba gaadhin?
