Nahum 3
1 Woe to the bloody city. It is all full of lies and robbery. The prey doesn't depart.
Ahụhụ dịrị obodo ọbara, nke jupụtara nʼụgha, na ihe e zutere nʼohi. Ọ dịghị mgbe ị na-adịghị adọgbu.
2 The noise of the whip, the noise of the rattling of wheels, prancing horses, and bounding chariots,
Ụda ụtarị, ụda ụkwụ ụgbọ ịnyịnya, ikiri ụkwụ ịnyịnya na-agba ọsọ, na mkpọtụ nke ụgbọ ịnyịnya agha!
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,
Ndị agha ịnyịnya, na-agbagharị na-efegharị mma agha na-egbu amụma, na ùbe ha na-egbuke egbuke. Ndị e gburu egbu dị ọtụtụ, ntụkọta ozu tọgbọrọ ebe niile, ozu a na-enweghị ike ịgụta ọnụ, ndị mmadụ na-asọ ngọngọ mgbe ha na-azọkwasị ozu ụkwụ na-agafe.
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.
Ihe ndị a mere nʼihi enweghị afọ ojuju nke agụụ nke onye na-akwa iko, onye ji mma ile anya, nwanyị nwe mgbaasị dị iche iche, onye ji mba dị iche iche nʼagbụ site nʼịgba akwụna ya, na ọtụtụ mmadụ dị iche iche site na mgbaasị ya.
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.
“Edoola m onwe m imegide gị,” otu a ka Onyenwe anyị, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile kwubiri. “Aga m ekpughepụ uwe gị, jiri ya kpuchie gị ihu, si otu a gosi mba niile nke ụwa ọtọ gị. Ihere ga-emekwa gị nʼihu alaeze niile.
6 I will throw abominable filth on you, and make you vile, and will set you a spectacle.
Aga m awụkwasị gị ihe arụ dị iche iche, meso gị mmeso onye e ledara anya, mekwaa ka ị bụrụ ihe ilere anya nye mmadụ niile.
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?"
Ndị niile hụrụ gị ga-agbara gị ọsọ na-asị, ‘Ninive aghọọla ihe lara nʼiyi, onye ga-eru ụjụ nʼihi ya?’ Ebee ka m ga-achọta onye ga-akasị gị obi?”
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?
Ị dị mma karịa Tibs, bụ obodo dị nʼọnụ mmiri Naịl, nke mmiri gbara gburugburu? Osimiri ahụ bụ ihe o ji echebe onwe ya, mmiri ahụ bụkwa mgbidi gbara ya gburugburu.
9 Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength. Put and Libya were her helpers.
Kush na Ijipt bụ agbamume ya nke na-enweghị ọgwụgwụ, Put na Libịa sokwa bụrụ ndị enyemaka ya.
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.
Ma otu ọ dị, ebugara ya nʼala ndị ọzọ dịka ohu a dọtara nʼagha. A tụpịasịrị ụmụ ya a mụrụ ọhụrụ nʼelu nkume, nke dị nʼisi okporoụzọ ya niile. E fekwara nza iji kesaa ndị ya niile a na-asọpụrụ, e kekwara ndị ukwu ya niile mkpọrọ igwe.
11 You also will be drunk. You will be hidden. You also will seek a stronghold because of the enemy.
Gị onwe gị ga-aṅụbigakwa mmanya oke, ị ga-abụ onye zoro onwe ya ezo, ma chọkwa ebe mgbaba nʼihi ịgbanarị ndị iro gị.
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.
Ebe gị niile e wusiri ike dịka osisi fiig nke mkpụrụ mbụ ya chara nʼelu ya. Ma mgbe a kwagharịrị ya mkpụrụ ndị ahụ na-adaba nʼọnụ onye na-eri ya.
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.
Lee ndị agha gị, ha niile bụ ụmụ nwanyị nʼetiti gị. E megheela ọnụ ụzọ ama nke ala gị niile nye ndị iro gị. Ọkụ erepịakwala na mkpọrọ e ji akpọchi ọnụ ụzọ unu niile.
14 Draw water for the siege. Strengthen your fortresses. Go into the clay, and tread the mortar. Make the brick kiln strong.
Seta mmiri maka oge nnọchibido, mee ka ebe gị niile nke ewusiri ike siekwa ike karịa. Gwupụta ụrọ, zọta aja, jiri ụrọ ndị ahụ kpụtakwa aja, rụzikwaa ụlọ ahụ.
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.
Nʼebe ahụ ka ọkụ ga-erechapụ gị, mma agha ga-egbutu gị. Ọ ga-eripịa gị dịka igurube si erichapụ ihe niile dị ya nʼihu. Ọ bụladị ma i mee onwe gị ka i hie nne dịka ụkpana, maọbụ mụbaa dịka igurube.
16 You have increased your merchants more than the stars of the skies. The grasshopper strips, and flees away.
Ị meela ka ndị ahịa gị mụbaa nʼọnụọgụgụ, baa ụba karịa kpakpando dị nʼeluigwe, dịka igurube ha na-eripịa ala ahụ, gbasaa nku ha efelaga
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.
Ndị nche gị bara ụba igurube, ndị ode akwụkwọ gị dịkwa ukwuu nʼọnụọgụgụ dịka igwe igurube na-ebekwasị nʼelu mgbidi nʼụbọchị oyi. Ma mgbe anyanwụ wara, ha na-efelaga; ọ dịkwaghị onye maara ebe ha feere gaa.
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.
Eze ndị Asịrịa, ndị ọzụzụ atụrụ gị na-ero ụra, ndị unu a na-asọpụrụ adaala nʼụra ọnwụ. Ndị gị niile agbasasịala nʼelu ugwu niile, ọ dịkwaghị onye ha nwere nke ga-achịkọta ha.
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?
Ọ dịghị ihe nwere ike ime ka i si nʼọnọdụ ị nọ ugbu a biliekwa. Nʼihi na ọnya dị gị nʼahụ ga-egbu gị. Ndị niile nụrụ ihe dakwasịrị gị ga-eji ọṅụ kụọ aka ha, nʼihi na onye ka mmadụ ahụ bụ nke na-anụrụghị ụfụ nke enweghị obi ebere gị?
