Nahum 3
1 Nnome nka mogya kuropɔn a atoro ne korɔn ahyɛ no ma na amanehunufo mpa mu da!
Woe to the city of blood, full of lies, full of plunder, never without prey.
2 Apɔnkɔkafo abaa regyigye, nteaseɛnam nhankare reyɛ kirididi Apɔnkɔ rehuruhuruw ne nteaseɛnam redankyidankyi.
The crack of the whip, the rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!
3 Apɔnkɔ ne wɔn sotefo ko kɔ wɔn anim; afoa twa yerɛw yerɛw, na mpeaw nso pa yerɛw yerɛw. Atɔfo bebree, awufo a bi deda bi so, afunu a wontumi nkan wɔn dodow a nnipa tiatia so.
Charging horseman, flashing sword, shining spear; heaps of slain, mounds of corpses, dead bodies without end— they stumble over their dead—
4 Eyi nyinaa fi oguamanfo bi akɔnnɔ, ntafowayifo no nnaadaa dodow no. Ɔno na ɔde nʼaguamammɔ tɔn amanaman na ɔde ne ntafowayi tɔn nnipa.
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 “Me ne wo nka,” sɛnea Asafo Awurade se ni, “Mɛpagyaw wʼatade akɔ soro. Mɛma amanaman ahu wʼadagyaw na ahenni ahorow nso ahu wʼanimguase.
“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 Mede fi bɛsra wo ho, mebu wo animtiaa na mama nnipa ahwɛ wo.
I will pelt you with filth and treat you with contempt; I will make a spectacle of you.
7 Obiara a obehu wo beguan afi wo ho aka se, ‘Ninewe adwiriw, na hena na obesu no?’ Ɛhe na menya obi akyekye wo werɛ?”
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 Wuye sen Tebes a ɛda Asubɔnten Nil ho a nsu atwa ne ho ahyia ana? Asubɔnten bɔ ne ho ban na nsu yɛ ne fasu.
Are you better than Thebes, stationed by the Nile with water around her, whose rampart was the sea, whose wall was the water?
9 Kus ne Misraim yɛ ne dɔm a wontumi nkan wɔn. Put ne Libia ka nʼadomfo ho.
Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength; Put and Libya were her allies.
10 Nanso wɔfaa no nnommum twaa no asu. Wɔtow ne nkokoaa hwehwee fam ma wɔtetee wɔ mmɔnten so. Wɔbɔɔ nʼadehye so ntonto, na nʼatitiriw nso wɔde nkɔnsɔnkɔnsɔn guguu wɔn.
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 Wo nso wobɛbow Na wubehintaw wo ho de akɔpɛ guankɔbea wɔ atamfo nkyɛn.
You too will become drunk; you will go into hiding and seek refuge from the enemy.
12 Wʼaban nyinaa te sɛ borɔdɔma nnua a asow aba foforo: sɛ wɔwosow a aba no tetew gu ma nea ɔrehwehwɛ bi adi.
All your fortresses are fig trees with the first ripe figs; when shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater!
13 Hwɛ wʼakofo wɔn nyinaa yɛ mmea! Wʼasase so apon ano deda hɔ ma wʼatamfo; ogya ahyew wʼapon no akyi adaban.
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 Sesaw nsu sie ma bere a wɔatua mo ano no. Yere wo bammɔ mu! Wɔw dɔte no na siesie ntayaa a wɔato no!
Draw your water for the siege; strengthen your fortresses. Work the clay and tread the mortar; repair the brick kiln!
15 Ɛhɔ na ogya bɛhyew wo; afoa betwa wo ahwe fam, wobedi wo nam sɛ mmoadabikuw. Monnɔ sɛ tɛwtɛw, mo ase mfɛe sɛ mmoadabi!
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 Woama wʼaguadifo adɔɔso, wɔn dodow asen ɔsoro nsoromma, nanso wɔte sɛ mmoadabi a wɔbɔ asase no kwaterekwa na afei wotu kɔ.
You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of the sky. The young locust strips the land and flies away.
17 Wʼawɛmfo te sɛ mmoadabi. Wʼadwumayɛfo te sɛ mmoadabi akuw a wɔsensam ban ho awɔw da. Nanso sɛ owia pue a wotu kɔ, na obi nnim faako a wɔkɔ.
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 Asiriahene wo nguanhwɛfo retɔ nko. Wʼanuonyamfo deda hɔ rehome. Wo nkurɔfo abɔ apete wɔ mmepɔw no so a wonni anoboaboafo.
O king of Assyria, your shepherds slumber; your officers sleep. Your people are scattered on the mountains with no one to gather them.
19 Aduru biara rentumi nkum wʼapirakuru no; wo kuru no bekum wo. Obiara a ɔte wo nka no bɔ ne nsam wɔ wʼasehwe ho, Na hena koraa na wʼatirimɔdensɛm no bi nkaa no da?
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?
