Nahum 3
1 What a disaster is coming upon this murderous city with all its treachery! It is full of wealth it has robbed, and always has plenty of victims.
Nnome nka mogya kuropɔn a atorɔ ne korɔno ahyɛ no ma na amanehunufoɔ mmpa mu da!
2 Listen to the noise: whips crack, wheels clatter, horses gallop, chariots rattle!
Apɔnkɔkafoɔ abaa regyegye, nteaseɛnam nhankra reyɛ kirididi Apɔnkɔ rehurihuri ne nteaseɛnam redenkye denkye.
3 Horsemen charge, swords flash, spears glitter! Many dead, piles of corpses, countless bodies—so many that people stumble over them.
Apɔnkɔ ne wɔn sotefoɔ ko kɔ wɔn anim akofena twa nyinam nyinam na mpea nso pa yerɛ yerɛ. Atɔfoɔ bebree, awufoɔ a ebi deda ebi soɔ, afunu a wɔntumi nkan wɔn dodoɔ a nnipa tiatia soɔ.
4 All this happens because the repeated prostitution of Nineveh the prostitute, the beautiful mistress with her deadly charms who seduces nations into slavery by her prostitution and her witchcraft.
Yei nyinaa firi odwamanfoɔ bi akɔnnɔ, ntafowayifoɔ no nnaadaa dodoɔ no. Ɔno na ɔde nʼadwamammɔ tɔn amanaman na ɔde nʼabayisɛm tɔn nnipa.
5 Watch out! For I am against you, declares the Lord Almighty. I will lift your skirts over your face and let the nations see your nakedness, and kingdoms see your shame.
“Me ne wo nnka,” sɛdeɛ Asafo Awurade seɛ ni, “Mɛpagya wʼatadeɛ akɔ soro. Mɛma amanaman ahunu wʼadagya na ahennie ahodoɔ nso ahunu wʼanimguaseɛ.
6 I will throw filth at you. I will treat you with contempt, and make a spectacle of you.
Mede efi bɛfɔre wo ho, mɛbu wo animtia na mama nnipa ahwɛ wo.
7 Then everyone who sees you will shun you saying, “Nineveh is ruined! But who is going to mourn your loss?” Where should I look to find anyone to comfort you?
Obiara a ɔbɛhunu wo bɛdwane afiri wo ho aka sɛ, ‘Ninewe abɔ, na hwan na ɔbɛsu no?’ Ɛhe na menya obi akyekyere wo werɛ?”
8 Are you any better than the city of Thebes on the River Nile, surrounded by water? Water was its defense, water was its wall.
Woyɛ sene Tebes a ɛda Asubɔnten Nil ho a nsuo atwa he ho ahyia anaa? Asubɔnten bɔ ne ho ban na nsuo yɛ ne fasuo.
9 The city ruled Egypt and Ethiopia. Put and Libya were its allies.
Kus ne Misraim yɛ ne dɔm a wɔntumi nkan wɔn. Put ne Libia ka nʼadomfoɔ ho.
10 Yet its people were also taken away into exile, into captivity. Their babies were dashed to pieces in every street. Their nobles were bound in chains and taken away as servants, chosen by lot.
Nanso wɔfaa no dommum twaa no asuo. Wɔtoo ne mmadoma hwehwee fam ma wɔtetee wɔ mmɔntene so. Wɔbɔɔ nʼaberempɔn so ntonto, na nʼatitire nso wɔde nkɔnsɔnkɔnsɔn guguu wɔn.
11 You too will behave like a drunk. You will hide in fear, trying to find a place safe from the enemy.
Wo nso wʼani so bɛyɛ wo hagyahagya sɛ ɔsabofoɔ Na wo bɛhinta wo ho de akɔpɛ dwanekɔbea wɔ atamfoɔ nkyɛn.
12 All your fortresses are like fig trees ripe with fruit—they fall when they are shaken into the mouth of the one eating.
Wʼaban nyinaa te sɛ borɔdɔma nnua a aso aba foforɔ: sɛ wɔwoso a aba no tete gu ma deɛ ɔrepɛ bi adi.
13 Look! Your soldiers are women among you. The gates of your land are wide open to your enemies; the bars of the gates will be set on fire.
Hwɛ wʼakofoɔ wɔn nyinaa yɛ mmaa! Wʼasase so apono ano deda hɔ ma wʼatamfoɔ; ogya ahye wʼapono no akyiri adaban.
14 Store water to prepare for a siege! Strengthen your fortresses! Go to the clay pits to tread it well, mix the cement, get your brick molds ready!
Sesa nsuo sie ma otua no. Yere wo banbɔ mu! Wɔ dɔteɛ no na siesie ntayaa a wato no!
15 But even so, there the fire will consume you, you will be cut down by the sword. You will be destroyed as if you were devoured by a swarm of locusts. So multiply yourselves like locusts, like a swarm of locusts.
Ɛhɔ na ogya bɛhye woɔ; akofena bɛtwa wo ahwe fam, na ayɛ wo sɛdeɛ mmɛbɛ adi wo nam. Mo nnɔre sɛ mmɛbɛ anaa ntutummɛ!
16 You increased your merchants so that there are more of them than the stars of heaven. But like locusts they strip everything and then fly away.
Wama wʼadwadifoɔ adɔɔso, wɔn dodoɔ asene ɔsoro nsoromma, nanso wɔte sɛ ntutummɛ a wɔbɔ asase no kwaterekwa na afei wɔtu kɔ.
17 Your leaders are like locusts, your officials like a swarm of locusts. They rest on walls on a cold day, but when the sun rises they fly away, and no one knows where they've gone.
Wʼawɛmfoɔ te sɛ ntutummɛ. Wʼadwumayɛfoɔ te sɛ ntutummɛ akuo a wɔsensam ban ho awɔ da. Adekyeɛ mu owia pue a wɔtu kɔ, na obi nnim faako a wɔkɔ.
18 King of Assyria, your shepherds are asleep, your princes are slumbering. Your people are scattered across the mountains and no one can gather them.
Ao, Asiriahene wo nnwanhwɛfoɔ retɔ nko. Wʼanimuonyamfoɔ deda hɔ rehome. Wo nkurɔfoɔ abɔ apete wɔ mmepɔ no so a wɔnni anoboaboafoɔ.
19 There is no way to heal your injuries, you are too badly wounded. Everyone who hears this news will applaud what has happened to you, for was there anyone who escaped your continuous cruelty?
Aduro biara ntumi nkum wʼapirakuro no; wo pira no mu yɛ den. Obiara a ɔte wo nka no bɔ ne nsam wɔ wʼasehweɛ ho, Na hwan koraa na wommɔɔ no atirimuɔden da?
