Nahum 3
1 We nu sin siti kikiap ac akmas se Su sessesla ke mwe kasrup ma ac fah pusrla ac utukelik.
Woe to the city of blood, full of lies, full of plunder, never without prey.
2 Porongo kusen sringsring lun mwe sringsring, Erarak lun wheel in mwe kasrusr uh, Pusren kasrusr lun horse uh, Ac srosro lun chariot uh!
The crack of the whip, the rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!
3 Mwet kasrusr fin horse yuyak in mweun, Cutlass uh sarmelik, ac osra uh saromrom! Mwet misa uh tia ku in oekyukla — Manolos yolyak oan, Ac mwet uh ikorkor faclos.
Charging horseman, flashing sword, shining spear; heaps of slain, mounds of corpses, dead bodies without end— they stumble over their dead—
4 Nineveh, su oana sie mutan kosro, el kalyeiyuk. El oasku ac sessesla ke mwe inutnut. El kiapwela mutunfacl puspis nu ke moul in kohs.
because of the many harlotries of the harlot, the seductive mistress of sorcery, who betrays nations by her prostitution and clans by her witchcraft.
5 LEUM GOD Kulana El fahk, “Nineveh, nga ac kalyei kom! Nga ac fah sarukkomla, Ac lela mutunfacl uh in liye koflufol lom — Aok liye kom ke kom ac mwekinla uh.
“Behold, I am against you,” declares the LORD of Hosts. “I will lift your skirts over your face. I will show your nakedness to the nations and your shame to the kingdoms.
6 Nga ac fah arulana aklusrongtenye kom, Ac afinkomla ke ma na fohkfok ma mwet uh wohtwot kac. Mwet ac fah intoein kom ac sangeng ke liyeyom.
I will pelt you with filth and treat you with contempt; I will make a spectacle of you.
7 Elos nukewa su liye kom ac kohloli liki kom. Elos fah fahk, ‘Nineveh el musalla na pwaye! Su srakna pakomutal? Su ac lungse akwoyal?’”
Then all who see you will recoil from you and say, ‘Nineveh is devastated; who will grieve for her?’ Where can I find comforters for you?”
8 Nineveh, ya kom pangon kom wo liki Thebes, siti fulat lun Egypt? Oasr pac infacl soko we in karinganul oana sie kalkal — Infacl Nile ma loangeyal.
Are you better than Thebes, stationed by the Nile with water around her, whose rampart was the sea, whose wall was the water?
9 El leumi facl Ethiopia ac Egypt, ac wangin saflaiyen kuiyal. Libya el asruoki pac nu sel.
Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength; Put and Libya were her allies.
10 Ne ouinge, a mwet Thebes elos utukla nu in sruoh. Tulik srisrik natulos sringsring pac nwe ke misa ke sruwasrik in inkanek nukewa. Mwet kol lalos kapiri ke sein, utukla elos, ac kitakatelik elos nu sin mwet ma sruokolosi.
Yet she became an exile; she went into captivity. Her infants were dashed to pieces at the head of every street. They cast lots for her dignitaries, and all her nobles were bound in chains.
11 Nineveh, kom pac, kom fah sruhilana ac nikinkomla. Kom ac fah suk pac in kaingla liki mwet lokoalok lom.
You too will become drunk; you will go into hiding and seek refuge from the enemy.
12 Pot ku lom nukewa ac fah oana sak fig su mwesrla fahko: osrokak sropon sak an, na fokinsak olo fah putat nu inwalum!
All your fortresses are fig trees with the first ripe figs; when shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater!
13 Mwet mweun lom elos munas oana mutan uh, ac mutunpot in facl sum ikakelik nu sin mwet lokoalok lom. Firir in e ac fah esukak polosak lulap sruokyen mutunpot lom.
Look at your troops— they are like your women! The gates of your land are wide open to your enemies; fire consumes their bars.
14 Ut kof me, ac akkeyala pot ku lom meet liki ac kuhlusyuki kom! Futungya fohk kle in orek brick, ac akoela form nu kac!
Draw your water for the siege; strengthen your fortresses. Work the clay and tread the mortar; repair the brick kiln!
15 Kom finne akoo ma inge nukewa, kom ac nuna misa na ke e, ku anwuki ke mweun. Ac fah pokyukla kom oana fokinsak ma mongola nufon sin won srisrik locust. Mwet lom elos puseni oana locust uh!
There the fire will devour you; the sword will cut you down and consume you like a young locust. Make yourself many like the young locust; make yourself many like the swarming locust!
16 Kom akpusye mwet kuka lom nwe pus liki na itu inkusrao! Tusruktu inge elos nukewa wanginla, oana won locust su sralelik pao ac sohkla.
You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of the sky. The young locust strips the land and flies away.
17 Mwet leum lom uh oana sie u in won locust su kaukya pesinka uh ke len mihsrisr uh. Na ke faht uh sikyak, elos sohkelik ac wangin mwet etu yen elos som nu we!
Your guards are like the swarming locust, and your scribes like clouds of locusts that settle on the walls on a cold day. When the sun rises, they fly away, and no one knows where.
18 Tokosra Fulat lun Assyria, governor lom elos misa, ac mwet wal fulat lom motullana nwe tok! Mwet lom elos fahsrelik fineol uh, ac wangin mwet in sifilpa usalosme nu yen selos.
O king of Assyria, your shepherds slumber; your officers sleep. Your people are scattered on the mountains with no one to gather them.
19 Wangin unweyen kinet keim uh, pwanang ac tia ku in mahla. Elos nukewa su lohng pweng ke musalla lom, elos fah paspas ke engan. Ya oasr mwet su tuh kaingkunla mwe keok upa ma kom oru?
There is no healing for your injury; your wound is severe. All who hear the news of you applaud your downfall, for who has not experienced your constant cruelty?
