Naumi 3
1 Mawa na engumba oyo mosala na yango kosopa makila ya bato, engumba oyo etonda na makambo ya lokuta mpe na moyibi, engumba oyo ezangaka te koboma bato!
Woe [to] the city of blood, She is all with lies — burglary — full, Prey doth not depart.
2 Tango nyonso, kaka makelele ya bafimbu, makelele ya bapine: bampunda ezali kopumbwa, mpe bashar ezali koningana.
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 Basoda oyo batambolaka likolo ya bampunda bazali kotambola-tambola, mipanga ezali kongenga, makonga ezali koleka-leka lokola mikalikali! Bato bazali kozoka, kokufa ebele penza! Bongo bibembe elali-lali bisika nyonso, mpe makolo ya bato ekomi kotuta bibembe tango bazali kotambola.
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 Makambo oyo nyonso esalemi likolo ya makambo ya nkele ya engumba oyo etonda na kindumba, engumba ya kitoko makasi kasi etonda na misala ya soloka, engumba oyo epengwisaka bikolo na nzela ya kindumba na yango mpe epengwisaka bato na nzela ya misala na yango ya soloka.
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 « Natombokeli yo, » elobi Yawe, Mokonzi ya mampinga; « nakotombola yo elamba kino na elongi, nakolakisa bolumbu na yo na miso ya bikolo mosusu mpe nakoyokisa yo soni na miso ya bamboka nyonso.
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 Nakobwakela yo bosoto, nakosambwisa yo mpe nakokomisa yo eloko ya maseki.
And I have cast upon thee abominations, And dishonoured thee, and made thee as a sight.
7 Bato nyonso oyo bakomona yo bakokima mpe bakoganga: ‹ Engumba Ninive ebebisami boye! Nani akoyokela yango mawa? › »
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 Boni, okanisi ete ozali kitoko koleka engumba Tebesi oyo ezalaka pembeni ya ebale Nili mpe ezingelama na mayi, bongo ebale ebatelaka yango mpe mayi ezalaka lokola mir oyo ebombaka yango?
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 Makasi na yango ezalaki kowuta na Kushi mpe na Ejipito; bato ya Puti mpe ya Libi bazalaki kosunga yango.
Cush her might, and Egypt, and there is no end. Put and Lubim have been for thy help.
10 Nzokande, yango mpe ekweyaki, mpe bamemaki bato na yango na bowumbu. Bakataki-kataki na biteni bana na bango na babalabala nyonso, babetaki zeke mpo na kopona bato na yango ya lokumu mpo ete bamema bango na bowumbu, mpe bakangaki bakambi na yango minyololo.
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 Yo mpe okokoma lokola moto oyo alangwe masanga, yo mpe okoluka ekimelo mpo na kokima banguna na yo.
Even thou art drunken, thou art hidden, Even thou dost seek a strong place, because of an enemy.
12 Bandako na yo nyonso, oyo batonga makasi ezali lokola banzete ya figi etonda na bambuma ya liboso ekomela; soki kaka bameki koningisa yango, bambuma ekweyaka kino na monoko ya moto ya lokoso.
All thy fortresses [are] fig-trees with first-fruits, If they are shaken, They have fallen into the mouth of the eater.
13 Tala malamu mampinga na yo, balemba lokola basi; bikuke ya mokili na yo ezali polele liboso ya banguna na yo, pamba te moto ezikisi bikangelo na yango.
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 Bino bato ya engumba oyo, bomitokela libela mayi mpo ete bakozingela bino; bolendisa libela bamir oyo ebatelaka engumba na bino; bokamata mabele oyo batongelaka bandako, bosangisa yango mpo ete ekoma potopoto, bongo bobeta babiliki mpe botumba yango.
Waters of a siege draw for thyself, Strengthen thy fortresses, Enter into mire, and tread on clay, Make strong a brick-kiln.
15 Kuna nde moto ekoya kozikisa yo, mopanga ekoya koboma yo mpe kosilisa yo lokola mabanki. Tika ete bato na yo bakoma ebele lokola mabanki, bakoma lisusu ebele makasi lokola mankoko.
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 Okomisi motango ya bato na yo ya mombongo ebele koleka ata minzoto ya likolo, kasi babebisi mokili nyonso mpe bapumbwe na bango ndenge kaka mankoko esalaka.
Multiply thy merchants above the stars of the heavens, The cankerworm hath stripped off, and doth flee away.
17 Bakengeli na yo bazali lokola mankoko, bakonzi ya basoda na yo bazali lokola maboke ya mabanki oyo eyaka kovanda na bamir ya lopango na tango ya malili; kasi soki kaka moyi ebimi, yango nyonso epanzani, mpe moto moko te ayebaka esika yango ekendaka.
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 Oh mokonzi ya Asiri, bakambi na yo bazali kolala pongi, basoda na yo ya mpiko balali pongi ya makasi, mampinga na yo bapalangani na bangomba mpe moto akosangisa bango azali komonana te.
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 Ezali ata na kisi moko te oyo ekoki kobikisa pota na yo; pota na yo ezali monene makasi! Moto nyonso oyo akoyoka sango ya makambo oyo ekomeli yo akobeta maboko mpo na kokweyisama na yo. Pamba te nani oyo ozangaki kosala mabe?
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?
