Nahum 2
1 He who dashes in pieces has come up against you. Keep the fortress. Watch the way. Strengthen your waist. Fortify your power mightily.
Nineeve, olumbiddwa omulabe; kuuma ekigo, Kuuma ekkubo, weesibire ddala onywere mu kiwato, kuŋŋaanya amaanyi go gonna.
2 For Jehovah restores the excellency of Jacob, as the excellency of Israel; for the destroyers have destroyed them, and ruined their vine branches.
Kubanga Mukama alizzaawo ekitiibwa kya Yakobo, kibe ng’ekitiibwa kya Isirayiri, newaakubadde ng’abazikiriza baabasaanyawo, ne boonoona emizabbibu gyabwe.
3 The shield of his mighty men is made red. The valiant men are in scarlet. The chariots flash with steel in the day of his preparation, and the pine spears are brandished.
Engabo z’eggye erikutabadde zonna myufu n’engoye ze bambadde nazo bwe zityo. Amagaali g’ebyuuma gamasamasa ku lunaku lwe gategekebwa, era n’amafumu gagalulwa mu ngeri ey’entiisa!
4 The chariots rage in the streets. They rush back and forth in the broad ways. Their appearance is like torches. They run like the lightnings.
Amagaali g’abalwanyi gatayira mu nguudo, gadda eno n’eri, galabika ng’emimuli egyaka, gamyansa ng’eggulu.
5 He summons his picked troops. They stumble on their way. They dash to its wall, and the protective shield is put in place.
Omuduumizi bw’ayita abalwanyi be bajja bagwirana. Badduka mbiro ku bbugwe w’ekibuga we beetegekera okwerwanako.
6 The gates of the rivers are opened, and the palace is dissolved.
Enzigi ez’omugga zigguddwawo, amazzi ne gasaanyaawo olubiri.
7 It is decreed: she is uncovered, she is carried away; and her handmaids moan as with the voice of doves, beating on their breasts.
Etteeka lyayisibwa ku kibuga nti kiriwaŋŋangusibwa, abaddu abakazi bakungubaga ng’amayiba, nga bwe beekuba mu bifuba.
8 But Nineveh has been from of old like a pool of water, yet they flee away. "Stop. Stop." they cry, but no one looks back.
Ab’omu Nineeve bafaanana ng’ekidiba eky’amazzi agakalira. Wadde nga babakoowoola nti, “Muyimirire, muyimirire!” bo beeyongerayo bweyongezi.
9 Take the spoil of silver. Take the spoil of gold, for there is no end of the store, the glory of all goodly furniture.
Ffeeza yaakyo temugirekaawo, ne zaabu nayo mugitwalire ddala, omunyago teguggwaayo, eby’obugagga byakyo ebitabalika ebirungi ddala.
10 She is empty, void, and waste. The heart melts, the knees knock together, their bodies and faces have grown pale.
Ekibuga kisigadde kyangaala! Abantu bonna emitima gibeewanise, emibiri gibakankana, amaviivi gabakubagana, basiiwuuse ne mu maaso.
11 Where is the den of the lions, and the feeding place of the young lions, where the lion and the lioness walked, the lion's cubs, and no one made them afraid?
Eri ludda wa empuku y’empologoma, ekifo we ziriisiza empologoma zaazo ento, empologoma ensajja, n’enkazi, n’ento we zaatambuliranga nga tewali kizikanga?
12 The lion tore in pieces enough for his cubs, and strangled for his lionesses, and filled his caves with the kill, and his dens with prey.
Empologoma ensajja yayigganga ennyama y’abaana ebamala, n’enkazi n’ezittira eyaazo, n’ejjuza empuku n’omuyiggo, ne mu bisulo ne mujjula ennyama.
13 "Look, I am against you," says Jehovah of hosts, "and I will burn her chariots in the smoke, and the sword will devour your young lions; and I will cut off your prey from the earth, and the voice of your messengers will no longer be heard."
“Laba nze Mukama ow’Eggye nkwolekedde, era ndyokya amagaali go gonna ne ganyooka, n’ekitala kirizikiriza empologoma zo ento. Era tolifuna munyago mulala nate ku nsi, n’eddoboozi ly’ababaka bo teririddayo kuwulirwa.”
