Nahum 3
1 Woe to the bloody city. It is all full of lies and robbery. The prey doesn't depart.
Malè a vil sanglan an! Li plen nèt ak manti ak piyaj. Viktim li yo san fen.
2 The noise of the whip, the noise of the rattling of wheels, prancing horses, and bounding chariots,
Bri a fwèt la, bri a wou k ap sone sou wòch yo, cheval k ap galope yo ak cha k ap vòltije yo!
3 the horseman mounting, and the flashing sword, the glittering spear, and a multitude of slain, and a great heap of corpses, and there is no end of the bodies. They stumble on their bodies,
Chevalye k ap kouri desann yo; nepe k ap klere yo, lans k ap briye tankou solèy yo. Anpil mò, yon gwo ma kadav, ak kò mouri san kontwòl— yo manke tonbe sou kadav mò yo!
4 because of the multitude of the prostitution of the alluring prostitute, the mistress of witchcraft, who sells nations through her prostitution, and families through her witchcraft.
Tout sa akoz anpil aktivite a pwostitiye yo, sila ki vrèman byen pòtan yo, mètrès a gwo maji yo, ki vann nasyon yo nan pwostitisyon li yo, ak fanmi yo nan gwo wanga li konn fè yo.
5 "Look, I am against you," says the LORD of hosts, "and I will lift your skirts over your face. I will show the nations your nakedness, and the kingdoms your shame.
“Gade byen, Mwen vin kont ou”, deklare SENYÈ dèzame yo. Mwen va Leve jip ou jis rive nan figi ou pou montre a nasyon yo toutouni ou, pou wayòm yo wè wont ou.
6 I will throw abominable filth on you, and make you vile, and will set you a spectacle.
Mwen va jete bagay ki sal nèt sou ou, fè ou vin avili e fè ou vin espektak.
7 It will happen that all those who look at you will flee from you, and say, 'Nineveh is laid waste. Who will mourn for her?' Where will I seek comforters for you?"
Konsa, li va vin rive ke tout moun ki wè ou, yo va fè bak, e yo va di: “Men Ninive fin devaste nèt! Se kilès k ap fè dèy pou li? Se kibò pou m ta jwenn moun ki pou rekonfòte ou?”
8 Are you better than No-Amon, who was situated among the rivers, who had the waters around her; whose rampart was the sea, and her wall was of the sea?
Èske ou pi bon pase Nò Amon ki te pozisyone pami rivyè yo, ki te antoure ak dlo, ki te gen lanmè kon pwotèj li, e se lanmè ki te sèvi kon miray li?
9 Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength. Put and Libya were her helpers.
Se Éthiopie ki te pwisans li, ansanm ak Égypte ki te san limit. Puth ak Libie te pami soutyen ou yo.
10 Yet was she carried away. She went into captivity. Her young children also were dashed in pieces at the head of all the streets, and they cast lots for her honorable men, and all her great men were bound in chains.
Men li te pote ale; li te antre an kaptivite. Tout ti pitit li yo te vin kraze an mòso nan tèt tout ri yo. Yo te fè tiraj osò pou onorab li yo, e mesye pwisan li yo te mare nan chèn.
11 You also will be drunk. You will be hidden. You also will seek a stronghold because of the enemy.
Ou menm tou va vin sou nèt. Ou va kache. Ou menm tou va chache yon kote pou ou kache akoz de ènmi an.
12 All your fortresses will be like fig trees with the first-ripe figs: if they are shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater.
Tout gwo fò nou yo va tankou pye fig etranje ak fwi ki mi— lè yo sekwe yo, yo tonbe nan bouch a sila k ap manje yo a.
13 Look, your troops in your midst are women. The gates of your land are set wide open to your enemies. The fire has devoured your bars.
Gade byen, pèp ou a se fanm yo ye pami nou! Pòtay peyi ou yo vin ouvri byen laj bay lènmi ou yo. Dife fin devore baryè pòtay ou yo.
14 Draw water for the siege. Strengthen your fortresses. Go into the clay, and tread the mortar. Make the brick kiln strong.
Rale dlo ou pou kont ou pou fè syèj la! Ranfòse fò ou yo! Antre nan ajil la, e foule mòtye a anba pye ou. Byen bati kay fou k ap fè brik yo fò!
15 There the fire will devour you. The sword will cut you off. It will devour you like the grasshopper. Multiply like grasshoppers. Multiply like the locust.
La, dife sa menm va vin devore ou nèt. Nepe va koupe retire ou nèt. Li va devore ou tankou krikèt volan. Li va fè ou vin anpil tankou yon krikèt volan. Li va fè ou vin anpil tankou krikèt.
16 You have increased your merchants more than the stars of the skies. The grasshopper strips, and flees away.
Ou fin ogmante machann ou yo plis pase zetwal syèl yo— krikèt volan ravaje, epi, konsa, li vole ale.
17 Your guards are like the locusts, and your officials like the swarms of locusts, which settle on the walls on a cold day, but when the sun appears, they flee away, and their place is not known where they are.
Gad nou yo tankou krikèt. Jandam nou yo tankou gwo lame krikèt volan k ap poze sou wòch nan jou fredi. Lè solèy la leve yo sove ale. Kote yo rive a, pèsòn pa konnen.
18 Your shepherds slumber, king of Assyria. Your nobles lie down. Your people are scattered on the mountains, and there is no one to gather them.
Bèje ou yo ap dòmi, O wa Assyrie. Prens ou yo kouche nèt. Pèp ou an vin gaye sou mòn yo, e nanpwen moun ki pou rasanble yo.
19 There is no healing your wound, for your injury is fatal. All who hear the report of you clap their hands over you; for who hasn't felt your endless cruelty?
Nanpwen ti pansman pou sa k ap fè ou mal la. Blesi ou a p ap ka geri. Tout moun ki tande koze ou va bat men yo sou ou, paske kilès moun san rete, ki pa t resevwa nan mechanste ou?
