Nehum 3
1 Ahụhụ dịrị obodo ọbara, nke jupụtara nʼụgha, na ihe e zutere nʼohi. Ọ dịghị mgbe ị na-adịghị adọgbu.
Woe [to] the city of blood, She is all with lies — burglary — full, Prey doth not depart.
2 Ụda ụtarị, ụda ụkwụ ụgbọ ịnyịnya, ikiri ụkwụ ịnyịnya na-agba ọsọ, na mkpọtụ nke ụgbọ ịnyịnya agha!
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.
3 Ndị agha ịnyịnya, na-agbagharị na-efegharị mma agha na-egbu amụma, na ùbe ha na-egbuke egbuke. Ndị e gburu egbu dị ọtụtụ, ntụkọta ozu tọgbọrọ ebe niile, ozu a na-enweghị ike ịgụta ọnụ, ndị mmadụ na-asọ ngọngọ mgbe ha na-azọkwasị ozu ụkwụ na-agafe.
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.
4 Ihe ndị a mere nʼihi enweghị afọ ojuju nke agụụ nke onye na-akwa iko, onye ji mma ile anya, nwanyị nwe mgbaasị dị iche iche, onye ji mba dị iche iche nʼagbụ site nʼịgba akwụna ya, na ọtụtụ mmadụ dị iche iche site na mgbaasị ya.
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.
5 “Edoola m onwe m imegide gị,” otu a ka Onyenwe anyị, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile kwubiri. “Aga m ekpughepụ uwe gị, jiri ya kpuchie gị ihu, si otu a gosi mba niile nke ụwa ọtọ gị. Ihere ga-emekwa gị nʼihu alaeze niile.
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,
6 Aga m awụkwasị gị ihe arụ dị iche iche, meso gị mmeso onye e ledara anya, mekwaa ka ị bụrụ ihe ilere anya nye mmadụ niile.
And I have cast upon thee abominations, And dishonoured thee, and made thee as a sight.
7 Ndị niile hụrụ gị ga-agbara gị ọsọ na-asị, ‘Ninive aghọọla ihe lara nʼiyi, onye ga-eru ụjụ nʼihi ya?’ Ebee ka m ga-achọta onye ga-akasị gị obi?”
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?
8 Ị dị mma karịa Tibs, bụ obodo dị nʼọnụ mmiri Naịl, nke mmiri gbara gburugburu? Osimiri ahụ bụ ihe o ji echebe onwe ya, mmiri ahụ bụkwa mgbidi gbara ya gburugburu.
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.
9 Kush na Ijipt bụ agbamume ya nke na-enweghị ọgwụgwụ, Put na Libịa sokwa bụrụ ndị enyemaka ya.
Cush her might, and Egypt, and there is no end. Put and Lubim have been for thy help.
10 Ma otu ọ dị, ebugara ya nʼala ndị ọzọ dịka ohu a dọtara nʼagha. A tụpịasịrị ụmụ ya a mụrụ ọhụrụ nʼelu nkume, nke dị nʼisi okporoụzọ ya niile. E fekwara nza iji kesaa ndị ya niile a na-asọpụrụ, e kekwara ndị ukwu ya niile mkpọrọ igwe.
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.
11 Gị onwe gị ga-aṅụbigakwa mmanya oke, ị ga-abụ onye zoro onwe ya ezo, ma chọkwa ebe mgbaba nʼihi ịgbanarị ndị iro gị.
Even thou art drunken, thou art hidden, Even thou dost seek a strong place, because of an enemy.
12 Ebe gị niile e wusiri ike dịka osisi fiig nke mkpụrụ mbụ ya chara nʼelu ya. Ma mgbe a kwagharịrị ya mkpụrụ ndị ahụ na-adaba nʼọnụ onye na-eri ya.
All thy fortresses [are] fig-trees with first-fruits, If they are shaken, They have fallen into the mouth of the eater.
13 Lee ndị agha gị, ha niile bụ ụmụ nwanyị nʼetiti gị. E megheela ọnụ ụzọ ama nke ala gị niile nye ndị iro gị. Ọkụ erepịakwala na mkpọrọ e ji akpọchi ọnụ ụzọ unu niile.
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.
14 Seta mmiri maka oge nnọchibido, mee ka ebe gị niile nke ewusiri ike siekwa ike karịa. Gwupụta ụrọ, zọta aja, jiri ụrọ ndị ahụ kpụtakwa aja, rụzikwaa ụlọ ahụ.
Waters of a siege draw for thyself, Strengthen thy fortresses, Enter into mire, and tread on clay, Make strong a brick-kiln.
15 Nʼebe ahụ ka ọkụ ga-erechapụ gị, mma agha ga-egbutu gị. Ọ ga-eripịa gị dịka igurube si erichapụ ihe niile dị ya nʼihu. Ọ bụladị ma i mee onwe gị ka i hie nne dịka ụkpana, maọbụ mụbaa dịka igurube.
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.
16 Ị meela ka ndị ahịa gị mụbaa nʼọnụọgụgụ, baa ụba karịa kpakpando dị nʼeluigwe, dịka igurube ha na-eripịa ala ahụ, gbasaa nku ha efelaga
Multiply thy merchants above the stars of the heavens, The cankerworm hath stripped off, and doth flee away.
17 Ndị nche gị bara ụba igurube, ndị ode akwụkwọ gị dịkwa ukwuu nʼọnụọgụgụ dịka igwe igurube na-ebekwasị nʼelu mgbidi nʼụbọchị oyi. Ma mgbe anyanwụ wara, ha na-efelaga; ọ dịkwaghị onye maara ebe ha feere gaa.
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.
18 Eze ndị Asịrịa, ndị ọzụzụ atụrụ gị na-ero ụra, ndị unu a na-asọpụrụ adaala nʼụra ọnwụ. Ndị gị niile agbasasịala nʼelu ugwu niile, ọ dịkwaghị onye ha nwere nke ga-achịkọta ha.
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.
19 Ọ dịghị ihe nwere ike ime ka i si nʼọnọdụ ị nọ ugbu a biliekwa. Nʼihi na ọnya dị gị nʼahụ ga-egbu gị. Ndị niile nụrụ ihe dakwasịrị gị ga-eji ọṅụ kụọ aka ha, nʼihi na onye ka mmadụ ahụ bụ nke na-anụrụghị ụfụ nke enweghị obi ebere gị?
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?
