Jona 3
1 Mgbe ahụ, okwu Onyenwe anyị ruru Jona ntị nke ugboro abụọ na-asị,
Then came the word of Yahweh unto Jonah, the second time, saying:
2 “Bilie, jee nʼobodo ukwu ahụ bụ Ninive, kwusaara ya ozi ahụ m ziri gị.”
Arise, get thee unto Nineveh, the great city, —and cry against it the cry that I am bidding thee.
3 Jona biliri gaa Ninive dịka okwu nke Onyenwe anyị si dị. Ninive bụ nnọọ obodo dị ukwuu, nke ga-ewe ụbọchị atọ ịga ya gburugburu.
So Jonah arose, and went his way unto Nineveh, according to the word of Yahweh, —Nineveh, being a city great before God, of three days’ journey.
4 Jona malitere ịba nʼobodo ahụ, ma mgbe ọ gara ije otu ụbọchị, o kwusara sị, “Iri ụbọchị anọ ka ọ fọdụrụ tupu alaa Ninive nʼiyi.”
So Jonah began to enter into the city, one day’s journey, —and he cried out and said—Yet forty days, and, Nineveh, is to be overthrown!
5 Ndị Ninive kwenyeere na Chineke, kpọsaa obubu ọnụ, ha niile site nʼonye ukwu ruo nʼonye nta, onye ọbụla yikwasịrị uwe mkpe.
And the people of Nineveh believed in God, —and proclaimed a fast, and clothed themselves in sackcloth, from the greatest of them, even unto the least of them.
6 Mgbe akụkọ a rutere eze Ninive ntị, o sitere nʼocheeze ya rituo, wezuga uwe eze ya, yikwasị uwe mkpe, nọkwasịkwa na ntụ.
And the word reached unto the king of Nineveh, so he arose from his throne, and laid aside his robe from off him, —and covered him with sackcloth, and sat on ashes.
7 Nke a bụ nkwusa ya nʼime Ninive: Nke a bụ iwu sitere nʼaka eze na ndị a maara aha ha: “Ka mmadụ ọbụla, maọbụ anụmanụ, igwe ehi maọbụ anụ ụlọ ọbụla, ghara idetu ihe ọbụla nʼọnụ, ka ha ghara iri ihe maọbụ ṅụọ mmiri.
And he caused an outcry to be made—and said—throughout Nineveh, By decree of the king and of his great men, Be it known: —Man and beast, herd and flock, Let them taste, nothing, let them not feed, and, water, let them not drink:
8 Kama ka onye ọbụla yiri akwa mkpe, ma mmadụ ma anụmanụ, ka ha kpọkusikwaa Chineke ike, ka ha sikwa nʼụzọ ọjọọ ha chegharịa, sikwa nʼọrụ ọjọọ ha na ime ihe ike ha niile chegharịa.
Let both man and beast, cover themselves with sackcloth, and let them cry unto God, mightily, —Yea let them turn, every man from his wicked way, and from the violence which is in their hands:
9 Onye maara? Ma eleghị anya, Chineke ga-ejide oke iwe ya, ma site nʼọmịiko ya wezuga iwe ọkụ ya si otu a mee ka anyị ghara ịla nʼiyi.”
Who knoweth whether God himself—may turn and grieve, —and turn away from the glow of his anger, that we perish not?
10 Mgbe Chineke hụrụ ihe niile ha mere, na otu ha siri site nʼụzọ ọjọọ ha niile chegharịa, Chineke chegharịrị uche banyere ịla ha nʼiyi. O mekwaghị ka nzube ya ibibi obodo ahụ mezuo.
And God saw their doings, that they turned from their wicked way, —and God was grieved over the calamity which he had spoken of executing upon them, and executed it not.
