Nakkumu 3
1 Zikusanze ggwe ekibuga eky’omusaayi! Kyonna ekijjudde eby’obulimba n’obunyazi, ekitaggwaamu banyagiddwa.
Woe to the bloody city! It is all full of lies and robbery—no end to the prey.
2 Muwulire okuvuga kw’embooko, n’okuvuuma kwa namuziga z’amagaali n’ebigere by’embalaasi nga bwe bivuga n’amagaali nga gakubaganira mu nguudo!
The noise of the whip, the noise of the rattling of wheels, prancing horses, and bounding chariots,
3 Laba eggye ery’embalaasi erirumba, n’ebitala ebitemagana, n’amafumu agamyansa. Abatuukiddwako ebisago nga bayitirivu, ne ntuumu ennene ez’emirambo egitamanyiddwa muwendo; abantu bagirinnyirira.
the horseman charging, and the flashing sword, the glittering spear, and a multitude of slain, and a great heap of corpses, and there is no end of the bodies. They stumble on their bodies
4 Bino byonna biri bityo kubanga Nineeve yeeweerayo ddala okwetunda eri abalabe ba Katonda obutasalako, nga malaaya omukulu, kye kibuga ekikyaamu ekitali kyesigwa ekyawubisa ebirala, omukulu w’obufumu, ekyafuula amawanga abaddu baakyo olw’obwamalaaya bwakyo, n’olw’obulogo bwakyo.
because of the multitude of the prostitution of the alluring prostitute, the mistress of witchcraft, who sells nations through her prostitution, and families through her witchcraft.
5 “Laba nkwolekedde,” bw’ayogera Mukama ow’Eggye, “era nditikka engoye zo ne zidda ku mutwe gwo. Ensi zonna ziriraba obwereere bwo n’obwakabaka bwonna bulabe ensonyi zo.
“Behold, I am against you,” says the LORD of Hosts, “and I will lift your skirts over your face. I will show the nations your nakedness, and the kingdoms your shame.
6 Ndikukanyugira kazambi, era ndikufuula ekyenyinyalwa ne nkufuula eky’okwelolera.
I will throw abominable filth on you and make you vile, and will make you a spectacle.
7 Awo bonna abalikutunuulira balikwesamba ne bagamba nti, ‘Nineeve kifuuse matongo, ani anakikungubagira?’ Abalikikubagiza baliva wa?”
It will happen that all those who look at you will flee from you, and say, ‘Nineveh is laid waste! Who will mourn for her?’ Where will I seek comforters for you?”
8 Ggwe Nineeve ggw’osinga Tebesi ekyali kizimbiddwa ku mugga Kiyira ng’amazzi gakyetoolodde okukikuuma ku njuyi zonna? Olukomera lwakyo gwali mugga era amazzi ge gaali bbugwe waakyo.
Are you better than No-Amon, who was situated amongst the rivers, who had the waters around her, whose rampart was the sea, and her wall was of the sea?
9 Esiyopya ne Misiri ze zaakiwagiranga. Ate nga Abapuuti n’ab’omu Libiya nabo nga bakiyamba.
Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength. Put and Libya were her helpers.
10 Kyawambibwa, ne kitwalibwa mu buwaŋŋanguse. Abaana bwakyo abawere babetentebwa mu ntandikwa ya buli luguudo. Abakungu baakyo baakubirwa obululu, n’abasajja be ab’amaanyi baasibibwa mu njegere.
Yet was she carried away. She went into captivity. Her young children also were dashed in pieces at the head of all the streets, and they cast lots for her honourable men, and all her great men were bound in chains.
11 Nineeve naawe olitamiira, olyekweka ng’onoonya obuddukiro owone omulabe wo.
You also will be drunken. You will be hidden. You also will seek a stronghold because of the enemy.
12 Ebigo byo byonna biri ng’emitiini egiriko ebibala ebisooka okwengera; bwe ginyeenyezebwa ne bigwa mu kamwa k’oyo anaabirya.
All your fortresses will be like fig trees with the first-ripe figs. If they are shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater.
13 Laba abalwanyi bammwe balinafuwa ne batiitiira ng’abakazi. Enzigi z’ensi yo nzigule eri abalabe bo. Era omuliro gwokezza emikiikiro gyazo.
Behold, your troops amongst you are women. The gates of your land are set wide open to your enemies. The fire has devoured your bars.
14 Weenyweze bajja kukulumba! Weeterekere ku mazzi g’onoonywako. Nyweza ebisenge byo. Noonya ettaka olisambe oddaabirize ekisenge eky’amatoffaali.
Draw water for the siege. Strengthen your fortresses. Go into the clay, and tread the mortar. Make the brick kiln strong.
15 Omuliro gulikulya, ekitala kirikuzikiriza. Wenna oliriibwa ng’enzige bwe zirya ebirime. Mweyongere obungi ng’enseenene, mwale ng’enzige.
There the fire will devour you. The sword will cut you off. It will devour you like the grasshopper. Multiply like grasshoppers. Multiply like the locust.
16 Mwongedde ku bungi bwa basuubuzi bammwe okusinga emmunyeenye ez’oku ggulu. Naye ensi baligikaza okufaanana ng’enzige bwe zimalawo ensi ne ziryoka zibuuka.
You have increased your merchants more than the stars of the skies. The grasshopper strips and flees away.
17 Abakuumi bammwe bali ng’enzige, n’abakungu bammwe ng’ebibinja by’enzige ezibeera ku bisenge ku lunaku olw’obutiti. Enjuba bw’evaayo zibuuka ne ziraga etamanyiddwa.
Your guards are like the locusts, and your officials like the swarms of locusts, which settle on the walls on a cold day, but when the sun appears, they flee away, and their place is not known where they are.
18 Abasumba bo nga babongoota, ggwe kabaka wa Bwasuli, n’abakungu abeekitiibwa bagalamidde nga bawumuddeko. Abantu bo basaasaanira ku nsozi nga tewali n’omu abakuŋŋaanya.
Your shepherds slumber, king of Assyria. Your nobles lie down. Your people are scattered on the mountains, and there is no one to gather them.
19 Tewali kisobola kuwonya kiwundu kyo ekinene bwe kityo. Bonna abawulira ebikuguddeko bakuba bukubi mu ngalo olw’okugwa kwo. Ani ataakosebwa olw’ettima lyo eringi? Kubanga muntu ki ataatuusibwako bukambwe bwo obwa buli kakedde?
There is no healing your wound, for your injury is fatal. All who hear the report of you clap their hands over you, for who hasn’t felt your endless cruelty?
