Nahoma 3
1 Hankàñe amy rova mpampiori-dioy, lifotse vande naho vara kinopake, le lia’e tsy modo o tsindroheñeo.
Woe to the bloody city! It is all full of lies and robbery—no end to the prey.
2 Inay ty karavantsy! Inao ty fikatrakatrà’ o laròn-tsareteo; heheke ty fitsapiotsapio’ o soavalao, naho o sarete mitrakotrakoo.
The noise of the whip, the noise of the rattling of wheels, prancing horses, and bounding chariots,
3 Mañoridañe o mpiningitse soavalao, mimilomilotse i fibaray; mipelapelatse i lefoñey; zinamañe i lahialeñey, tsifotofoto o votrin-doloo, o fañova mifitakeo; ie mitsikapy amo fateo;
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 ty ami’ty hamaro’ o hakarapiloa’ i tsimirira kenakenakeio, i hekohekom-pamorekey, i mandetake fifeheañe amo hakalalijaha’eoy, naho hasavereñañe amo famoreha’eo.
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 Inao! miatreatre azo iraho, hoe t’Iehovà’ i Màroy, le hatsingako an-doha’o eo o siki’oo, naho haboako amo kilakila’ondatio ty fihalo’o vaho amo fifeheañeo ty heña’o.
“Behold, I am against you,” says the LORD of Armies, “and I will lift your skirts over your face. I will show the nations your nakedness, and the kingdoms your shame.
6 Hafetsako ama’o ty raha mampangorý, hanivà’e azo, ie hanoeko fisambàñe.
I will throw abominable filth on you and make you vile, and will make you a spectacle.
7 Ie amy zao, hene handripak’ ama’o ze maharendrek’ azo, hanao ty hoe: Fa mangoakoake ty Ninevè; ia’ ty handala aze? aia ty hahatreavako mpañohò ho azo.
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 Soa te amy No-amone v’iheo, Ie nitoetse añivon-tsaka eoy, naho niarikatohen-drano, i riakey ty nañaro aze, naho i ranoy ty ni-kijoli’e?
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 I Kose naho i Mitsraime ty nanolo-kaozarañ’ ama’e tsy nete ritse; nimpañolots’aze t’i Pote naho i Lobý.
Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength. Put and Libya were her helpers.
10 F’ie nasese mb’eo, nisese mb’am-pandrohizañe añe, fonga naretsak’ an-doha’ o lalan-drovao ey o anak’ ajaja’eo; nanoe’ iereo tsato-piso o roandria’eo, vaho rinohy an-tsilisily iaby o ana-dona’eo.
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 Toe ho jike ka irehe, vaho hiàmpitse; ie hipay fitsolohañe ty amy rafelahiy.
You also will be drunken. You will be hidden. You also will seek a stronghold because of the enemy.
12 Manahake o rotseo ze hene golobo’o mifahetse, ie ezeñezeñeñe ro mihintsañe mb’am-paliem-pikama ao.
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 Oniño te hambañe aman’ampela ondaty añivo’oo; midañadaña ho a o rafelahio o lalambein-tane’oo; hampangotomomohe’ ty afo o sikada’eo.
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 Mitariha rano ho amy fiarikoboñañey, haozaro o kijolio; mionjona amo lietseo, lialiao i pakotsey, vontitiro i mòlim-birìkey;
Draw water for the siege. Strengthen your fortresses. Go into the clay, and tread the mortar. Make the brick kiln strong.
15 Hamorototo azo ao ty afo, hañito azo i fibaray, habotse’e manahake i valalay; mifamorohota hoe kijeja, mivorovoroa hoe sy.
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 Nampamasiañe’o mandikoatse o vasian-dikerañeo o mpibalibalik’ ama’oo; miofoke i kijejay vaho mitiliñe añe.
You have increased your merchants more than the stars of the skies. The grasshopper strips and flees away.
17 Hoe valala o mpigari’oo, mifamorohotse hoe kijeja o mpifehe’oo, ie mitobe an-kijoly eo naho manintsiñe ty andro, fe mipitsik’ añe te mafana-voho, vaho tsy fohiñe ty tane nombà’e.
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 Mirotse o mpiara’oo ry mpanjaka’ i Asore, mitofa o roandria’oo; mivarakaik’ am-bohitse ey ondati’oo, vaho tsy eo ty hanontoña’o.
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 Tsy hay melañeñe ty bae’o, mahaferenay o fere’oo; fonga hitehateha-pitàñe ty ama’o o mahajanjiñe i talili’oio; fa ia ty tsy nifetsaha’ o fampisoaña’o nitoloñeñe nainai’eo?
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?
