Zephaniah 2
1 Collect your thoughts, aye collect them, —O nation, depressed!
Ẹ kó ara yín jọ pọ̀, àní ẹ kó ra yín jọ pọ̀ orílẹ̀-èdè tí kò ní ìtìjú,
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.
kí a tó pa àṣẹ náà, kí ọjọ́ náà tó kọjá bí ìyàngbò ọkà, kí gbígbóná ìbínú Olúwa tó dé bá a yín, kí ọjọ́ ìbínú Olúwa kí ó tó dé bá a yín.
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?
Ẹ wá Olúwa, gbogbo ẹ̀yin onírẹ̀lẹ̀ ilẹ̀ náà, ẹ̀yin tí ń ṣe ohun tí ó bá pàṣẹ. Ẹ wá òdodo, ẹ wá ìrẹ̀lẹ̀ pẹ̀lú, bóyá á ó pa yín mọ́ ní ọjọ́ ìbínú Olúwa.
4 For, Gaza, forsaken, shall be, and, Ashkelon, a desolation, —Ashdod! at high noon, shall they drive her forth, and, Ekron, be uprooted:
Nítorí pé, a ó kọ Gasa sílẹ̀, Aṣkeloni yóò sì dahoro. Ní ọ̀sán gangan ni a ó lé Aṣdodu jáde, a ó sì fa Ekroni tu kúrò.
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.
Ègbé ni fún ẹ̀yin tí ń gbé etí Òkun, ẹ̀yin ènìyàn ara Kereti; ọ̀rọ̀ Olúwa dojúkọ ọ́, ìwọ Kenaani, ilẹ̀ àwọn ara Filistini. “Èmi yóò pa yín run, ẹnìkan kò sì ní ṣẹ́kù nínú yín.”
6 So shall the line of the sea become a meadow, the wells of shepherds, and the folds of flocks;
Ilẹ̀ náà ní etí Òkun, ni ibùgbé àwọn ará Kereti, ni yóò jẹ́ ibùjókòó fún àwọn olùṣọ́-àgùntàn àti agbo àgùntàn.
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.
Agbègbè náà yóò sì jẹ́ ti ìyókù àwọn ilé Juda, níbẹ̀ ni wọn yóò sì ti rí koríko fún ẹran. Ní ilé Aṣkeloni ni wọn yóò dùbúlẹ̀ ni àṣálẹ́. Olúwa Ọlọ́run wọn yóò bẹ̀ wọn wò, yóò sì yí ìgbèkùn wọn padà.
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.
“Èmi ti gbọ́ ẹ̀gàn Moabu, àti ẹlẹ́yà àwọn Ammoni, àwọn tó kẹ́gàn àwọn ènìyàn mi, tí wọ́n sì ti gbé ara wọn ga sí agbègbè wọn.
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.
Nítorí náà, bí Èmi tí wà,” ni Olúwa àwọn ọmọ-ogun, Ọlọ́run àwọn Israẹli wí, “nítòótọ́ Moabu yóò dàbí Sodomu, àti Ammoni yóò sì dàbí Gomorra, ibi tí ó kún fún yèrèpè, àti ìhó iyọ̀ àti ìdahoro títí láéláé. Ìyókù àwọn ènìyàn mi yóò kó wọn; àwọn tí ó sì yọ nínú ewu ní orílẹ̀-èdè mi ni yóò jogún ilẹ̀ wọn.”
10 This, shall they have, instead of their pride, —because they reproached and magnified themselves against the people of Yahweh of hosts.
Èyí ni ohun tí wọn yóò gbà padà nítorí ìgbéraga wọn, nítorí wọ́n kẹ́gàn, wọn sì ti fi àwọn ènìyàn Olúwa àwọn ọmọ-ogun ṣe ẹlẹ́yà.
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:
Olúwa yóò jẹ́ ìbẹ̀rù fún wọn; nígbà tí Òun bá pa gbogbo òrìṣà ilẹ̀ náà run. Orílẹ̀-èdè láti etí odò yóò máa sìn, olúkúlùkù láti ilẹ̀ rẹ̀ wá.
12 Even ye Ethiopians, the slain of my sword were they!
“Ẹ̀yin Etiopia pẹ̀lú, a ó fi idà mi pa yín.”
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!
Òun yóò sì na ọwọ́ rẹ̀ sí apá àríwá, yóò sì pa Asiria run, yóò sì sọ Ninefe di ahoro, àti di gbígbẹ bí aginjù.
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.
Agbo ẹran yóò sì dùbúlẹ̀ ni àárín rẹ̀, àti gbogbo ẹranko àwọn orílẹ̀-èdè. Òwìwí aginjù àti ti n kígbe ẹyẹ òwìwí yóò wọ bí ẹyẹ ni ọwọ̀n rẹ̀. Ohùn wọn yóò kọrin ni ojú fèrèsé, ìdahoro yóò wà nínú ìloro ẹnu-ọ̀nà, òun yóò sì ṣẹ́ ọ̀pá kedari sílẹ̀.
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.
Èyí ni ìlú aláyọ̀ tí ó ń gbé láìléwu. Ó sì sọ fun ara rẹ̀ pé, “Èmi ni, kò sì sí ẹnìkan tí ó ń bẹ lẹ́yìn mi.” Irú ahoro wo ni òun ha ti jẹ́, ibùgbé fún àwọn ẹranko igbó! Gbogbo ẹni tí ó bá kọjá ọ̀dọ̀ rẹ̀ yóò fi rẹ́rìn-ín ẹlẹ́yà, wọ́n yóò sì gbọn ẹsẹ̀ wọn.
