Zephaniah 2
1 Collect your thoughts, aye collect them, —O nation, depressed!
Mommoaboa mo ho ano, mommoaboa mo ho ano, mo, animguaseman,
2 Ere yet the decree, have given birth, like chaff, the day, have vanished, —ere yet shall come upon you, the glow of the anger of Yahweh, ere yet shall come upon you, the day of the anger of Yahweh.
ansa na bere a wɔahyɛ no adu, na da no resen te sɛ ntɛtɛ, ansa na Awurade abufuwhyew no aba mo so, ansa na Awurade abufuw da no aba mo so.
3 Seek Yahweh—all ye lowly of the land, who have wrought, what he appointed, —seek righteousness, seek humility, peradventure, ye shall be concealed, in the day of the anger of Yahweh?
Monhwehwɛ Awurade, ahobrɛasefo a mowɔ asase so, mo a moyɛ nʼahyɛde. Monhwehwɛ trenee, monhwehwɛ ahobrɛase; ebia ɔbɛkora mo so Awurade abufuw da no.
4 For, Gaza, forsaken, shall be, and, Ashkelon, a desolation, —Ashdod! at high noon, shall they drive her forth, and, Ekron, be uprooted:
Wobegyaw Gasa na wɔagyaw Askelon sɛ amamfo. Owigyinae na wɔbɛma Asdod ada mpa mu na wɔatutu Ekron ase.
5 Alas! for the inhabitants of the line of the sea, the nation of Kerethim, —The word of Yahweh, is against you, O Canaan of the land of the Philistines, therefore will I destroy thee, to the last inhabitant.
Munnue, mo a mote mpoano, mo Keretifo; Awurade asɛm tia mo. Kanaan, Filistifo asase. Mɛtɔre mo ase, na obiara renka.
6 So shall the line of the sea become a meadow, the wells of shepherds, and the folds of flocks;
Asase a ɛda mpoano, faako a Keretifo te bɛyɛ atenae ama nguanhwɛfo ne wɔn nguannan.
7 And the line shall belong to the remnant of the house of Judah, Thereon, shall they feed their flocks, —In the houses of Ashkelon, shall they, at eventide, lie down, for Yahweh their God will visit them, and bring their captives back.
Saa asase no bɛyɛ Yudafi nkae no de; ɛhɔ na wobenya mmoa adidibea. Anwummere, wɔbɛdeda wɔ Askelon afi mu. Na Awurade, wɔn Nyankopɔn bɛhwɛ wɔn, na ɔde wɔn ahonyade nyinaa bɛsan ama wɔn.
8 I have heard the reproach of Moab, and the revilings of the sons of Ammon, —who have reproached my people, and have magnified themselves up to their bounds.
“Mate Moab nsopa ne Amonfo atweetwee; wɔn a wɔsopaa me nkurɔfo na wohunahunaa wɔn wɔ wɔn asase ho.
9 Wherefore, as I live, declareth Yahweh of hosts, God of Israel, Surely, Moab, like Sodom, shall become, and, the sons of Ammon, like Gomorrah, a possession for the thorn, and a pit of salt, Yea a desolation, unto times age-abiding: The remnant of my people, shall make of them a prey, and, the residue of my nation, shall inherit them.
Enti sɛ mete ase yi,” sɛnea Asafo Awurade, Israel Nyankopɔn, se ni, “Ampa ara Moab bɛyɛ sɛ Sodom, na Amonfo ayɛ sɛ Gomora, faako a nwura ne nkyene amoa wɔ, bɛyɛ asase a ɛda mpan afebɔɔ. Me man nkae bɛfow wɔn afa; me manfo a wobenya wɔn ti adidi mu no bɛfa wɔn asase.”
10 This, shall they have, instead of their pride, —because they reproached and magnified themselves against the people of Yahweh of hosts.
Wɔn ahantan so akatua a wobenya ni, sɛ wɔyeyaw na wodi Asafo Awurade nkurɔfo ho fɛw nti.
11 Terrible will Yahweh be against them, for he hath caused to waste away all the gods of the earth, that men may bow down to him, every one from his place, all the coastlands of the nations:
Awurade ho suro bɛba wɔn so bere a ɔbɛsɛe asase no so anyame nyinaa. Mpoano aman nyinaa bɛsɔre no, wɔ wɔn ankasa wɔn asase so.
12 Even ye Ethiopians, the slain of my sword were they!
“Mo Etiopiafo nso, mʼafoa ano na wobekunkum mo.”
13 And may he stretch out his hand against the North, and destroy Assyria, —and may he make of Nineveh a desolation, dry as the desert!
Awurade bɛteɛ ne nsa wɔ atifi aman so na wasɛe Asiria, na wama Ninewe ada mpan koraa na so awo wosee sɛ nwea pradada so.
14 So shall lie down in her midst—flocks, each living thing of a nation, both pelican and bittern, in her capitals, shall roost, —a voice, shall resound in the window, the bustard, on the sill, for he hath destroyed, hath laid bare.
Nguankuw ne anantwi bɛdeda hɔ, mmoadoma nyinaa. Sare so patu ne abonsamnoma bɛtena nʼadum no so. Wɔn su begyigye afa mfɛnsere mu, nnwiriwii besisiw apon ano akwan, mpuran a wɔde sida ayɛ no ho bɛdeda hɔ.
15 This, is the city exultant, that sat secure, that said in her heart, I, [am]! and no one besides! How hath she become a desolation! a lair of beasts, every one passing, by her doth hiss, shaketh his hand.
Eyi ne kuropɔn a edi ahurusi na ɛte asomdwoe mu. Ɔhoahoaa ne ho se, “Me ne no, obiara nte sɛ me.” Hwɛ sɛnea atetew apansam, na ayɛ nkekammoa atenae! Obiara a otwa mu wɔ hɔ no serew no, him ne nsa fɛwdi so.
