Nahum 2
1 He that breaketh in pieces hath come up over thy face, Keep the keeps, —watch the way, brace the loins, make vigour very firm.
Wodzathira nkhondo akubwera kudzalimbana nawe, Ninive. Tetezani malinga anu, dziyangʼanani ku msewu, konzekerani nkhondo, valani dzilimbe.
2 For Yahweh hath restored the excellency of Jacob, like the excellency of Israel, —for the plunderers have plundered them, and, their vine branches, have they marred.
Yehova adzabwezeretsa ulemerero wa Yakobo ngati ulemerero wa Israeli, ngakhale anthu owononga anawawononga kotheratu ndipo anawononganso mpesa wawo.
3 The shield of his heroes, is made red, the men of war, are clad in crimson, on fire, are the chariot-steels, on the day he maketh ready, —and, the lances, are put in motion.
Zishango za ankhondo ake ndi zofiira; asilikali ake avala zovala zofiirira. Zitsulo za pa magaleta zikunyezimira tsiku la kukonzekera kwake. Akuonetsa mikondo ya mkungudza yonoledwa.
4 In the streets, madly go the chariots, they rush along in the broadways, —their appearance, is like torches, as lightnings, hither and thither do they run.
Magaleta akuthamanga mʼmisewu akungothamangathamanga pa mabwalo. Akuoneka ngati miyuni yoyaka; akuthamanga ngati chingʼaningʼani.
5 Let him call to mind his nobles, they shall stumble as they go—let them hasten to her wall, yet the storming cover, is prepared.
Iye akuyitanitsa asilikali ake wolemekezeka, koma iwo akubwera napunthwa. Akuthamangira ku linga la mzinda; akuyimika chodzitchinjirizira pamalo pake.
6 The gates of the rivers, have been opened, —and, the palace, doth quake.
Atsekula zipata zotchinga madzi a mu mtsinje ndipo nyumba yaufumu yagwa.
7 And, Huzzab, hath been taken captive—hath been led up, —and, her handmaids, are making a moan like the sound of doves, as they taber upon their heart.
Zatsimikizika kuti mzinda utengedwa ndi kupita ku ukapolo. Akapolo aakazi akulira ngati nkhunda ndipo akudziguguda pachifuwa.
8 Yet, as for Nineveh, like a reservoir of waters, are her waters, —but, those men, are in flight! Stand! stand! but no one is turning.
Ninive ali ngati dziwe, ndipo madzi ake akutayika. Iwo akufuwula kuti, “Imani! Imani!” Koma palibe amene akubwerera.
9 Plunder silver, plunder gold, —and there is no end to the costly furnishing, rich with every article of delight.
Funkhani siliva! Funkhani golide! Katundu wake ndi wochuluka kwambiri, chuma chochokera pa zinthu zake zamtengowapatali!
10 Emptiness, yea turned to emptiness, aye deserted [is she]! with, heart, unnerved, and, a tottering, of knees, and, anguish, in all loins, and, the faces of them all, have withdrawn their colour.
Iye wawonongedwa, wafunkhidwa ndipo wavulidwa! Mitima yasweka, mawondo akuwombana, anthu akunjenjemera ndipo nkhope zasandulika ndi mantha.
11 Where is the lair of the lions? Yea the very feeding-place of the young lions, —where walked the lion, the lioness, the lion’s whelp, with none to make them afraid?
Kodi tsopano dzenje la mikango lili kuti, malo amene mikango inkadyetserako ana ake, kumene mkango waumuna ndi waukazi unkapitako, ndipo ana a mkango sankaopa kanthu kalikonse?
12 The lion, used to tear in pieces enough for his whelps, and to strangle for his lionesses, —and then fill with prey his holes, and his lairs with what he had torn.
Mkango waumuna unkapha nyama yokwanira ana ake ndiponso kuphera nyama mkango waukazi, kudzaza phanga lake ndi zimene wapha ndiponso dzenje lake ndi nyama imene waphayo.
13 Behold me! against thee, Declareth Yahweh of hosts, Therefore will I burn up in smoke her chariots, and, thy young lions, shall be devoured by the sword, —so will I cut off, out of the earth, thy prey, nor shall be heard any more, the voice of thine envoy.
Yehova Wamphamvuzonse akuti, “Ine ndikutsutsana nawe. Ndidzatentha magaleta ako mpaka utsi tolotolo, ndipo lupanga lidzapha mikango yako yayingʼono; sindidzakusiyira chilichonse choti udye pa dziko lapansi. Mawu a amithenga anu sadzamvekanso.”
