Nahum 2
1 The one who will dash you to pieces is coming up against you. Man the city walls, guard the roads, make yourselves strong, assemble your armies.
Fa nitroatse añ’atrefan-dahara’o eo ty mpandrotsake, tano i kijoliy, jilovo i lalañey, mitokia an-kaozarañe, avorio o hafatrara’oo.
2 For Yahweh is restoring the majesty of Jacob, like the majesty of Israel, although the plunderers devastated them and destroyed their vine branches.
Vaòe’ Iehovà ty enge’ Iakobe naho ty volonahe’ Israele; fa nampikoake iareo o mampikoakeo, vaho jinoi’ iareo o singam-bahe’eo.
3 The shields of his mighty men are red, and the soldiers are clothed in scarlet; the chariots flash with their metal on the day that they are made ready, and the cypress spears are waved in the air.
Ho mena mañabarà ty fikalan-defo’ o fanalolahio, misikiñe mena iaby o lahin-defo’eo, afo amam-bý miloeloe o sarete’eo amy andro fihentseña’ey, vaho miriñariña iaby o lefon-ambilazoo;
4 The chariots speed through the streets; they rush back and forth in the wide streets. They look like torches, and they run like lightning.
Mitrakotrako amo lalañeo o sareteo, mifaniotsiotse an-diolio eo; manahake ty fañilo ty vinta’ iareo, ie mihelatse mb’etia mb’eroa.
5 The one who will dash you to pieces calls his officers; they stumble over each other in their march; they hurry to attack the city wall. The large shield is made ready to protect these attackers.
Tiahi’e i mpiaolo rey; mamingañe iereo te miloka; malisa t’ie handrombake i kijoliy, fa nihentseñeñe ty fikala’e,
6 The gates at the rivers are forced open, and the palace falls to ruins.
Misokake o lalam-pikalañañe i sakaio vaho rinava’e i anjombay.
7 Huzzab is stripped of her clothes and is taken away; her female servants moan like doves, beating on their breasts.
Fa nivoloseñe i mpanjaka ampelay, fa nasese añe, miñeoñeoñe hoe feon-deho-fona o anak’ ampata’eo, ie mamofok’ arañañe;
8 Nineveh is like a leaking pool of water, with its people fleeing away like rushing water. Others shout, “Stop, stop,” but no one looks back.
Manahake o antara haehaeo t’i Ninevè, ie mihelañe añe; mijohaña, mitsangana! fe leo raike tsy mitoli-boho.
9 Take the silver plunder, take the gold plunder, for there is no end to it, to the splendor of all Nineveh's beautiful things.
Kopaho o volafotio, haofo o volamenao amy te tsy ho revo ty an-driha ao, fanake tsifotofoto ty ao.
10 Nineveh is empty and ruined. Everyone's heart melts, everyone's knees strike together, and anguish is in everyone; their faces are all pale.
Kapaike re, mangoakoake naho mavo, mitranake ty arofo, mifampigaiñe o ongotseo, mikoritoke iaby ze fisafoa, mikò mainte iaby o vintañeo.
11 Where now is the lions' den, the place where the young lion cubs were fed, the place where the lion and lioness walked, with the cubs, where they were afraid of nothing?
Aia i lakaton-dionay, ty famahanañe o liona tora’eo, i fipiapià’ i lionay naho i liona-vavey naho i ana-dionaiy, ie tsy amam-pañembañe?
12 The lion tore his victims to pieces for his cubs; he strangled victims for his lionesses, and filled his cave with victims, his dens with torn carcasses.
Nahaeneñe o ana’eo ty rinimi’ i lionay, nahatseke o vali’eo o vinono’eo, natsafe’e tsindroke o lava’eo, le nofotse riniatse an-dakato’eo.
13 “See, I am against you—this is the declaration of Yahweh of hosts. I will burn your chariots in the smoke, and the sword will devour your young lions. I will cut off your prey from your land, and the voices of your messengers will be heard no more.”
Miatreatre azo iraho, hoe t’Iehovà’ i Màroy Haonjoko an-katòeñe o sarete’eo, habotse’ i fibaray o liona tora’oo; le haitoako ami’ty tane toy o tsindro’oo, vaho tsy ho janjiñeñe ka ty fiarañanaña’ o ira’oo.
