Nahumu 3
1 Aue, te mate mo te pa toto! kua ki katoa i te teka, i te pahua; kahore e mutu te muru taonga,
Woe to the city of blood, full of lies, full of plunder, never without prey.
2 Ko te haruru o te whiu, ko te ngaehe o nga wira e keke ana; ko nga hoiho e takatakahi ana, ko nga hariata e tarapekepeke ana;
The crack of the whip, the rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!
3 Ko nga kaieke hoiho e ekeeke ana, ko te wheriko o te hoari, ko te kanapa o te tao; ko te tini o te tupapaku, me te puranga nui o nga tinana mate: a kahore he mutunga o nga tinana; tutuki ana te waewae ki o ratou tinana:
Charging horseman, flashing sword, shining spear; heaps of slain, mounds of corpses, dead bodies without end— they stumble over their dead—
4 He maha hoki no nga kairautanga o te wahine ataahua i kairau nei; ko te rangatira nei ia o nga makutu, e hoko nei i nga iwi ki ana kairautanga, i nga hapu ano ki ana mahi makutu.
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 Nana, hei hoariri tenei ahau mou, e ai ta Ihowa o nga mano, ka hurahia ano e ahau nga remu o tou ki tou aroaro; ka whakakite ano ahau i a koe e noho tahanga ana ki nga iwi, me tou whakama ki nga kingitanga.
“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 A ka maka e ahau he mea whakarihariha ki runga ki a koe, ka whakaititia koe e ahau, ka meinga hei tirohanga atu.
I will pelt you with filth and treat you with contempt; I will make a spectacle of you.
7 Na, ko te hunga katoa e kite ana i a koe ka rere atu i a koe, a ka mea, Kua ururuatia a Ninewe; ko wai hei tangi ki a ia? me rapu e ahau ki hea he kaiwhakamarie mou?
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 He pai ake ranei koe i Noamono, i tu nei i roto i nga awa, he mea karapoti e nga wai, ko tona pekerangi ko te moana, no te moana ano tona taiepa?
Are you better than Thebes, stationed by the Nile with water around her, whose rampart was the sea, whose wall was the water?
9 Ko tona kaha ko Etiopia, ko Ihipa, kahore hoki he mutunga; he awhina nou a Putu, a Rupimi.
Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength; Put and Libya were her allies.
10 Heoi kua whakaraua atu ia, kua riro hei parau; ko ana kohungahunga taia iho i te ahunga mai o nga ara katoa, mongamonga noa, i maka rota ratou mo ona tangata nunui, ko ona tangata rarahi katoa here rawa ki te mekameka.
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 Tera ano koe ka haurangi, ka huna koe; a ka rapu koe he wahi kaha i te wehi o te hoariri.
You too will become drunk; you will go into hiding and seek refuge from the enemy.
12 Ko ou pa taiepa katoa ka rite ki te piki he hua matamua nei ona: ki te rurerurea, ka taka ki roto ki te mangai o te tangata e kai ana.
All your fortresses are fig trees with the first ripe figs; when shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater!
13 Nana, he wahine ou tangata i waenganui i a koe: ko nga kuwaha o tou whenua tuwhera pu ki ou hoariri; ka pau ou tutaki i te ahi.
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 Utuhia he wai mou mo te whakapaenga, whakakahangia ou pa taiepa: haere ki te mahi paru, takatakahia te mea pokepoke, kia u te tahunga pereki.
Draw your water for the siege; strengthen your fortresses. Work the clay and tread the mortar; repair the brick kiln!
15 Ka pau koe i te ahi i reira, ka hatepea atu koe e te hoari, ko tana kai i a koe ka rite ki ta te tatarakihi: whakaraneatia koe, kia rite ki te tatarakihi, whakaraneatia koe, kia rite ki te mawhitiwhiti.
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 Ko au kaihokohoko whakatokomahatia ake e koe i nga whetu o te rangi: ko ta te tatarakihi he pahua, a rere ana.
You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of the sky. The young locust strips the land and flies away.
17 Ko ou tangata i te potae kingi, ko to ratou rite kei te mawhitiwhiti, ko ou rangatira rite tonu ki nga pokai mawhitiwhiti e noho nei i nga taiepa i te ra maeke i te whitinga o te ra ka rere ratou, kahore hoki e mohiotia to ratou wahi, kei hea ra?
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 Kei te moe au hepara, e te kingi o Ahiria; ko au metararahi kei te takoto; kua marara atu tou iwi ki runga ki nga maunga, kahore hoki he kaihuihui.
O king of Assyria, your shepherds slumber; your officers sleep. Your people are scattered on the mountains with no one to gather them.
19 Kahore he whakamahunga i tou pakaru; he mamae rawa tou marutanga: ko te hunga katoa e rongo ana i te rongo ki a koe, ka papaki o ratou ringa ki a koe: i kore hoki ki a wahi te panga tonutanga o tou kino.
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?
