Nahumi 2
1 Murwisi anouya kuzokurwisa iwe, Ninevhe; rindai nhare, tarirai kunzira, sungai zviuno zvenyu, unganidzai simba renyu rose!
Nineveh! The destroyer has come up against you; mount guard upon the rampart; watch the road; brace yourselves; strengthen your might to the utmost.
2 Jehovha achadzosa kurumbidzwa kwaJakobho sokurumbidzwa kwaIsraeri, kunyange vaparadzi vakavaparadza uye vakaparadza mizambiringa yavo.
For the Lord is restoring the majesty of Jacob and of Israel, though the devastators have plundered them and destroyed their vines.
3 Nhoo dzavarwi vake dzatsvuka; mhare dzokurwa dzapfeka nguo tsvuku. Matare engoro ovaima pazuva rokugadzirirwa kwadzo; mapfumo omupaini anovheyeswa-vheyeswa.
The shields of his warriors are dyed red, his soldiers are clothed in scarlet, his chariots gleam like fire on the day he prepares for battle spears are shaken.
4 Ngoro dzovirima mumigwagwa, dzinomhanya dzichienda nokudzoka muchivara. Dzinoita samazhenje omoto; dzinomhanya-mhanya semheni.
Chariots rush across the fields, storm through the squares; they flame like torches, they dart like lightening.
5 Anodana mauto ake akasarudzwa, asi vanogumburwa panzira yavo. Vanomhanyira kurusvingo rweguta; nhoo yokuzvidzivirira yaiswa panzvimbo payo.
A leader rallies his nobles, they hurl themselves forward. They speed on toward the wall; the storming-shield is set up.
6 Masuo enzizi azarurwa uye muzinda wamambo wakoromoka.
The water-gates are thrown open, and the palace dissolves in ruins.
7 Shoko ratemwa rokuti guta ritapwe, uye riendeswe kure. Varandakadzi varo vanochema senjiva uye vanorova zvipfuva zvavo.
The queen is stripped, she is carried off. Her maids moan like doves, beating upon their breasts.
8 Ninevhe rakafanana nedziva, uye mvura yaro iri kuerera ichipera. Vanochema vachiti, “Mirai! Mirai!” asi hapana anocheuka.
Like a pool of water is Nineveh, her waters fast ebbing away. “Stand firm! Stand firm!” someone cries, but no one turns back.
9 Pambai sirivha! Pambai goridhe! Kuwanda kwazvo hakuperi, ihwo upfumi hunobva pamhando dzose dzepfuma yaro!
“Loot the silver, loot the gold, for there is no end to the treasure, the wealth and precious things.”
10 Rabirwa, rapambwa, ratorerwa zvose! Mwoyo yanyungudika, mabvi odedera, miviri yobvunda, zviso zvose zvachenuruka.
Nineveh is empty, desolate, devastated, with faint heart and knocking knee. There is weakness in every limb, and faces grow pale.
11 Riripiko bako reshumba, nzvimbo yadzaipira vana vadzo zvokudya, kwaienda shumba nehadzi yayo, uye navana, pasina chokutya.
Where now is the den of lions? Where now the lair of their young? Where the lion used to withdraw, with his cubs, with none to disturb them?
12 Shumba yaiuraya zvaikwanira vana vayo uye yakadzipira hadzi yayo nyama, ichizadza mapako ayo nezvayakauraya uye mapako ayo nenyama.
The lion tore enough for his cubs, and strangled prey for his lionesses. He filled his caves with the kill, he filled his lairs with fresh meat.
13 “Ndine mhaka newe,” ndizvo zvinotaura Jehovha Wamasimba Ose. “Ndichapisa ngoro dzenyu dzive utsi, uye munondo uchaparadza shumba dzenyu duku. Ndichakusiyai musina nyama panyika. Mazwi enhume dzako haangazonzwikazve.”
“But see, I am against you,” the Lord of hosts declares, “I will burn your chariots in smoke and fire. The sword will devour your young lions. You will never again prey on the land. No more will your messengers be heard.”
