Nahum 3
1 Woe to the city full of blood! It is all full of lies and stolen property; victims are always in her.
Mano kaka nobed malit ne dala mopongʼ gi remo, dala mopongʼ gi miriambo, dala mopongʼ gi gige mecho, kendo dala mopongʼ gi gik moyaki mosiko ka chando ji!
2 But now there is the noise of whips and the sound of rattling wheels, prancing horses, and bounding chariots.
Nochwade gi del malit, ka tiende geche magoyo koko, ka tiend farese maringo mamor matek, kendo ka geche maringo mag farese makakni ka mach!
3 There are attacking horsemen, flashing swords, glittering spears, heaps of corpses, great piles of bodies. There is no end to the bodies; their attackers stumble over them.
Oganda lweny omonjogi, gi ligengni mamil, kendo gi tonge mag lweny mamil! Joma ohinyore e lweny ngʼeny, kendo ringre joma otho ochok mangʼeny, ringre joma othogo okadho akwana, kendo joma ringo chwanyore kuom ringre joma othogo.
4 This is happening because of the lustful actions of the beautiful prostitute, the expert in witchcraft, who sells nations through her prostitution, and peoples through her acts of witchcraft.
Magi duto timore nikech gombo mandhaga mar ochot, maywayo ji ire, en e chot ma jo-nyakalondo dhi ire, en ema ne oketo ogendini misumbinine kuom timbene mag chode kendo oywayo ji kuome gi timbene mag jwok.
5 “See, I am against you—this is the declaration of Yahweh of hosts—I will raise up your skirt over your face and show your private parts to the nations, your shame to the kingdoms.
Jehova Nyasaye Maratego wacho niya, “An gi sigu kodu. Abiro elo lepu maum wengeu. Abiro nyiso ogendini duto dugu, kendo pinjeruodhi biro neno wichkuot maru.
6 I will throw disgusting filth on you and make you vile; I will make you someone that everyone will look at.
Abiro bayi gi gik modwanyore kendo mochido, ka an kod chuny marach kodi, kendo abiro keti gima ji jaro.
7 It will come about that everyone who looks at you will flee from you and say, 'Nineveh is destroyed; who will weep for her?' Where can I find anyone to comfort you?”
Ji duto ma oneni biro ringi kawacho ni, ‘Nineve osepodho ere ngʼama noywage?’ Ere kama danwangʼie ngʼama nyalo hoyi?”
8 Nineveh, are you better than Thebes, that was built on the Nile River, that had water around her, whose defense was the ocean, whose wall was the sea itself?
Iparo ni iber moloyo Thebes mane oger e tiend aora mar Nael, ka olwore gi pi? Aorano ema ne otene kaka ohinga molwore, pige to ne obedone ohinga motegno.
9 Cush and Egypt were her strength, and there was no end to it; Put and Libya were allies to her.
Jo-Kush gi Jo-Misri e kama nonwangʼie teko ma ok rum; jo-Put gi jo-Libya ne gin pinje kuom moko mane konye.
10 Yet Thebes was carried away; she went into captivity; her young children were dashed in pieces at the head of every street; her enemies threw lots for her honorable men, and all her great men were bound in chains.
To kata kamano ne otere e twech, piny ma ok mare ma obedo misumba jomoko. Nyithinde ne ongʼad migepe matindo tindo e dho yore mag dalane. Ne ogo ombulu kuom jotende ma ruodhi, kendo joge madongo duto ne otwe gi nyororo.
11 You also will become drunk; you will try to hide, and you will also look for a refuge from your enemy.
In bende ibiro mer, ibiro pondo, kendo ibiro kwayo kar dak kuom jowasiki.
12 All your fortresses will be like fig trees with the earliest ripe figs: if they are shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater.
Miechu mochiel motegno duto nochal mana gi yiende mag ngʼowu, machiego olemo mokwongo; ka oyieng-gi to olembgi lwar e dho jochiemo.
13 See, the people among you are women; the gates of your land have been opened wide to your enemies; fire has devoured their bars.
Ne jolweny magi; gin mana mon lilo! Dhorangeye mag dalani oyaw malich ni wasiki; mach osewangʼogi.
14 Go draw water for the siege; strengthen your fortresses; go into the clay and tread the mortar; pick up the molds for the bricks.
Kanuru pi ka kinde mar agengʼa pok ochopo, meduru keto ohinga obed motegno! Nywasuru lowo kendo chweyeuru motegno, mondo matafarego ugergo kuonde momukore mag ohinga obed motegno!
15 Fire will devour you there, and the sword will destroy you. It will devour you as young locusts devour everything. Make yourselves as many as the young locusts, as many as the full-grown locusts.
Mach biro wangʼou kanyo, ligangla biro ngʼadou matindo tindo, mitieku mana ka dede mar bonyo momonjo piny. Medreuru ameda mana ka dede, medreuru ka det bonyo!
16 You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars in the heavens; but they are like young locusts: they plunder the land and then fly away.
Usemedo jolok ohala magu, makoro githoth moloyo sulwe ma e polo, kendo kaka det bonyo chamo piny, e kaka giweyo piny duk bangʼe to gihuyo ma gia.
17 Your princes are as many as the full-grown locusts, and your generals are like swarms of them that camp in the walls on a cold day. But when the sun rises they fly away to no one knows where.
Joritou chalo det bonyo, jotendu to chalo gi det bonyo mochokore mathoth kabiro, kendo piyo e kor ot ka piny ngʼich, to ka chiengʼ owuok to gihuyo gidhi kuma mabor maonge ngʼama ongʼeyo.
18 King of Assyria, your shepherds are asleep; your rulers are lying down resting. Your people are scattered on the mountains, and there is no one to gather them.
Yaye ruodh jo-Asuria, jotendu nindo otero; ruodhi mau onindo piny mondo giywe. Jogi to okere ewi gode maonge ngʼama nyalo chokogi.
19 No healing is possible for your wounds. Your wounds are severe. Everyone who hears the news about you will clap their hands in joy over you. Who has escaped your constant wickedness?
Onge gima nyalo chango adhondeni, ihinyori marach. Ji duto mowinjo wach man kuomi pamo lwetgi kuom podho mari, nimar ere ngʼama pok oneno sand ma ok rum mane isandogo ji?
