Zephaniah 2
1 Gather yourselves, gather together, O shameful nation,
Yaye un oganda maonge wichkuotni, chokreuru kaachiel, chokreuru kaachiel,
2 before the decree takes effect and the day passes like chaff, before the burning anger of the LORD comes upon you, before the Day of the LORD’s anger comes upon you.
ka ndalo moseyier pok ochopo en odiechiengʼ ma ibiro teroue kuma bor ka mihudhwe mar cham. Adier, chokreuru kapok mirima mager mar Jehova Nyasaye obiro kuomu, kata kapok odiechiengʼ mar mirimbe ochopo.
3 Seek the LORD, all you humble of the earth who carry out His justice. Seek righteousness; seek humility. Perhaps you will be sheltered on the day of the LORD’s anger.
Dwaruru Jehova Nyasaye, un ji duto mobolore manie piny, kendo un ji duto matimo gik ma chik dwaro. Dwaruru tim makare, kendo beduru gi chuny mobolore, nimar dipo ka uyudo kar konyruok, odiechiengno ma Jehova Nyasaye biro olo mirimbe kuom ji.
4 For Gaza will be abandoned, and Ashkelon left in ruins. Ashdod will be driven out at noon, and Ekron will be uprooted.
Ji biro dar Gaza, kendo Ashkelon biro dongʼ gunda. Odiechiengʼ tir Ashdod ibiro weyo nono kendo Ekron ibiro pudh gi tiende.
5 Woe to the dwellers of the seacoast, O nation of the Cherethites! The word of the LORD is against you, O Canaan, land of the Philistines: “I will destroy you, and no one will be left.”
Yaye jo-Kereth modak e dho nam, mano kaka unune malit, yaye Kanaan, piny jo-Filistia, Jehova Nyasaye nikodu gi wach kama: “Abiro tieko chuth kendo onge ngʼama nodongʼ.”
6 So the seacoast will become a land of pastures, with wells for shepherds and folds for sheep.
Piny mantiere e dho nam kama jo-Kereth odakie biro bedo kar jokwath kendo kama ogerie abich rombe.
7 The coast will belong to the remnant of the house of Judah; there they will find pasture. They will lie down in the evening among the houses of Ashkelon, for the LORD their God will attend to them and restore their captives.
Nobedi mar joma odongʼ mar dhood Juda; kanyo gini yudie lek ma gikwae. Godhiambo gibiro nindo e ute mag Ashkelon. Jehova Nyasaye ma Nyasachgi biro ritogi kendo obiro dwokonegi gweth mane ogwedhogigo.
8 “I have heard the reproach of Moab and the insults of the Ammonites, who have taunted My people and threatened their borders.
“Asewinjo ayenje mag jo-Moab kod ajara mag jo-Amon, moseyanyo joga kendo obwogogi e lopgi.”
9 Therefore, as surely as I live,” declares the LORD of Hosts, the God of Israel, “surely Moab will be like Sodom and the Ammonites like Gomorrah— a place of weeds and salt pits, a perpetual wasteland. The remnant of My people will plunder them; the remainder of My nation will dispossess them.”
Kuom mano, Jehova Nyasaye Maratego, ma Nyasach Israel osingore kawacho kama, “Adiera, Moab biro chalo gi Sodom, to jo-Amon kaka Gomora, piny modongʼ gunda mojwangʼ motimo bunge. Joga modongʼ noyakgi; kendo oganda modongʼ nokaw pinygi.”
10 This they shall have in return for their pride, for taunting and mocking the people of the LORD of Hosts.
Ma e kum ma jogi nonwangʼ kuom sunga margi, kendo kuom yanyo kendo jaro jo-Jehova Nyasaye Maratego.
11 The LORD will be terrifying to them when He starves all the gods of the earth. Then the nations of every shore will bow in worship to Him, each in its own place.
Jehova Nyasaye biro bedo nigi malich ka oketho nyiseche duto e piny. Ogendini duto modak e alwora mar dho nembe duto nolame, ngʼato ka ngʼato nolame e pinygi owuon.
12 “You too, O Cushites, will be slain by My sword.”
“Yaye jo-Kush, un bende liganglana biro negou.”
13 And He will stretch out His hand against the north and destroy Assyria; He will make Nineveh a desolation, as dry as a desert.
Enorie bade kuomu un joma odak yo nyandwat, kendo notiek Asuria, bende dala mar Nineve nodongʼ gunda mi nobed motwo ka piny motimo ongoro.
14 Herds will lie down in her midst, creatures of every kind. Both the desert owl and screech owl will roost atop her pillars. Their calls will sound from the window, but desolation will lie on the threshold, for He will expose the beams of cedar.
Kweth mag jamni biro nindo piny motimo kanyo, kod kit chwech mopogore opogore. Tula mar thim kod agak nobed gi nyasi. Ywakgi nowinjre ka wuok gie dirisni, kite moger godo udi nomukre mabiwre e dhoudi, kendo sirni nodongʼ kongʼiengore.
15 This carefree city that dwells securely, that thinks to herself: “I am it, and there is none besides me,” what a ruin she has become, a resting place for beasts. Everyone who passes by her hisses and shakes his fist.
Ma e dala maduongʼ mane odak gi kwe, kendo kogalore. Ne owacho e chunye niya, “An e kende kendo onge ngʼama ipimo koda.” To mano kaka koro odongʼ gunda, kama le mag bungu yweyoe. Ji duto makadho bute wuoro ka tangʼo lwetgi.
