Nahum 3
1 Woe [to] the city of blood, She is all with lies — burglary — full, Prey doth not depart.
Hankàñe amy rova mpampiori-dioy, lifotse vande naho vara kinopake, le lia’e tsy modo o tsindroheñeo.
2 The sound of a whip, And the sound of the rattling of a wheel, And of a prancing horse, and of a bounding chariot, Of a horseman mounting.
Inay ty karavantsy! Inao ty fikatrakatrà’ o laròn-tsareteo; heheke ty fitsapiotsapio’ o soavalao, naho o sarete mitrakotrakoo.
3 And the flame of a sword, and the lightning of a spear, And the abundance of the wounded, And the weight of carcases, Yea, there is no end to the bodies, They stumble over their bodies.
Mañoridañe o mpiningitse soavalao, mimilomilotse i fibaray; mipelapelatse i lefoñey; zinamañe i lahialeñey, tsifotofoto o votrin-doloo, o fañova mifitakeo; ie mitsikapy amo fateo;
4 Because of the abundance of the fornications of an harlot, The goodness of the grace of the lady of witchcrafts, Who is selling nations by her fornications, And families by her witchcrafts.
ty ami’ty hamaro’ o hakarapiloa’ i tsimirira kenakenakeio, i hekohekom-pamorekey, i mandetake fifeheañe amo hakalalijaha’eoy, naho hasavereñañe amo famoreha’eo.
5 Lo, I [am] against thee, An affirmation of Jehovah of Hosts, And have removed thy skirts before thy face, And have shewed nations thy nakedness, And kingdoms thy shame,
Inao! miatreatre azo iraho, hoe t’Iehovà’ i Màroy, le hatsingako an-doha’o eo o siki’oo, naho haboako amo kilakila’ondatio ty fihalo’o vaho amo fifeheañeo ty heña’o.
6 And I have cast upon thee abominations, And dishonoured thee, and made thee as a sight.
Hafetsako ama’o ty raha mampangorý, hanivà’e azo, ie hanoeko fisambàñe.
7 And it hath come to pass, Each of thy beholders fleeth from thee, And hath said: 'Spoiled is Nineveh, Who doth bemoan for her?' Whence do I seek comforters for thee?
Ie amy zao, hene handripak’ ama’o ze maharendrek’ azo, hanao ty hoe: Fa mangoakoake ty Ninevè; ia’ ty handala aze? aia ty hahatreavako mpañohò ho azo.
8 Art thou better than No-Ammon, That is dwelling among brooks? Waters she hath round about her, Whose bulwark [is] the sea, waters her wall.
Soa te amy No-amone v’iheo, Ie nitoetse añivon-tsaka eoy, naho niarikatohen-drano, i riakey ty nañaro aze, naho i ranoy ty ni-kijoli’e?
9 Cush her might, and Egypt, and there is no end. Put and Lubim have been for thy help.
I Kose naho i Mitsraime ty nanolo-kaozarañ’ ama’e tsy nete ritse; nimpañolots’aze t’i Pote naho i Lobý.
10 Even she doth become an exile, She hath gone into captivity, Even her sucklings are dashed to pieces At the top of all out-places, And for her honoured ones they cast a lot, And all her great ones have been bound in fetters.
F’ie nasese mb’eo, nisese mb’am-pandrohizañe añe, fonga naretsak’ an-doha’ o lalan-drovao ey o anak’ ajaja’eo; nanoe’ iereo tsato-piso o roandria’eo, vaho rinohy an-tsilisily iaby o ana-dona’eo.
11 Even thou art drunken, thou art hidden, Even thou dost seek a strong place, because of an enemy.
Toe ho jike ka irehe, vaho hiàmpitse; ie hipay fitsolohañe ty amy rafelahiy.
12 All thy fortresses [are] fig-trees with first-fruits, If they are shaken, They have fallen into the mouth of the eater.
Manahake o rotseo ze hene golobo’o mifahetse, ie ezeñezeñeñe ro mihintsañe mb’am-paliem-pikama ao.
13 Lo, thy people [are] women in thy midst, To thine enemies thoroughly opened Have been the gates of thy land, Consumed hath fire thy bars.
Oniño te hambañe aman’ampela ondaty añivo’oo; midañadaña ho a o rafelahio o lalambein-tane’oo; hampangotomomohe’ ty afo o sikada’eo.
14 Waters of a siege draw for thyself, Strengthen thy fortresses, Enter into mire, and tread on clay, Make strong a brick-kiln.
Mitariha rano ho amy fiarikoboñañey, haozaro o kijolio; mionjona amo lietseo, lialiao i pakotsey, vontitiro i mòlim-birìkey;
15 There consume thee doth a fire, Cut thee off doth a sword, It doth consume thee as a cankerworm! Make thyself heavy as the cankerworm, Make thyself heavy as the locust.
Hamorototo azo ao ty afo, hañito azo i fibaray, habotse’e manahake i valalay; mifamorohota hoe kijeja, mivorovoroa hoe sy.
16 Multiply thy merchants above the stars of the heavens, The cankerworm hath stripped off, and doth flee away.
Nampamasiañe’o mandikoatse o vasian-dikerañeo o mpibalibalik’ ama’oo; miofoke i kijejay vaho mitiliñe añe.
17 Thy crowned ones [are] as a locust, And thy princes as great grasshoppers, That encamp in hedges in a day of cold, The sun hath risen, and it doth flee away, And not known is its place where they are.
Hoe valala o mpigari’oo, mifamorohotse hoe kijeja o mpifehe’oo, ie mitobe an-kijoly eo naho manintsiñe ty andro, fe mipitsik’ añe te mafana-voho, vaho tsy fohiñe ty tane nombà’e.
18 Slumbered have thy friends, king of Asshur, Rest do thine honourable ones, Scattered have been thy people on the mountains, And there is none gathering.
Mirotse o mpiara’oo ry mpanjaka’ i Asore, mitofa o roandria’oo; mivarakaik’ am-bohitse ey ondati’oo, vaho tsy eo ty hanontoña’o.
19 There is no weakening of thy destruction, Grievous [is] thy smiting, All hearing thy fame have clapped the hand at thee, For over whom did not thy wickedness pass continually?
Tsy hay melañeñe ty bae’o, mahaferenay o fere’oo; fonga hitehateha-pitàñe ty ama’o o mahajanjiñe i talili’oio; fa ia ty tsy nifetsaha’ o fampisoaña’o nitoloñeñe nainai’eo?
