Nahum 3
1 Nnome nka mogya kuropɔn a atorɔ ne korɔno ahyɛ no ma na amanehunufoɔ mmpa mu da!
A curse is on the town of blood; it is full of deceit and violent acts; and there is no end to the taking of life.
2 Apɔnkɔkafoɔ abaa regyegye, nteaseɛnam nhankra reyɛ kirididi Apɔnkɔ rehurihuri ne nteaseɛnam redenkye denkye.
The noise of the whip, and the noise of thundering wheels; horses rushing and war-carriages jumping,
3 Apɔnkɔ ne wɔn sotefoɔ ko kɔ wɔn anim akofena twa nyinam nyinam na mpea nso pa yerɛ yerɛ. Atɔfoɔ bebree, awufoɔ a ebi deda ebi soɔ, afunu a wɔntumi nkan wɔn dodoɔ a nnipa tiatia soɔ.
Horsemen driving forward, and the shining sword and the bright spear: and a great number of wounded, and masses of dead bodies; they are falling over the bodies of the dead:
4 Yei nyinaa firi odwamanfoɔ bi akɔnnɔ, ntafowayifoɔ no nnaadaa dodoɔ no. Ɔno na ɔde nʼadwamammɔ tɔn amanaman na ɔde nʼabayisɛm tɔn nnipa.
Because of all the false ways of the loose woman, expert in attraction and wise in secret arts, who takes nations in the net of her false ways, and families through her secret arts.
5 “Me ne wo nnka,” sɛdeɛ Asafo Awurade seɛ ni, “Mɛpagya wʼatadeɛ akɔ soro. Mɛma amanaman ahunu wʼadagya na ahennie ahodoɔ nso ahunu wʼanimguaseɛ.
See, I am against you, says the Lord of armies, and I will have your skirts pulled over your face, and let the nations see you unclothed, and the kingdoms your shame.
6 Mede efi bɛfɔre wo ho, mɛbu wo animtia na mama nnipa ahwɛ wo.
I will make you completely disgusting and full of shame, and will put you up to be looked at by all.
7 Obiara a ɔbɛhunu wo bɛdwane afiri wo ho aka sɛ, ‘Ninewe abɔ, na hwan na ɔbɛsu no?’ Ɛhe na menya obi akyekyere wo werɛ?”
And it will come about that all who see you will go in flight from you and say, Nineveh is made waste: who will be weeping for her? where am I to get comforters for her?
8 Woyɛ sene Tebes a ɛda Asubɔnten Nil ho a nsuo atwa he ho ahyia anaa? Asubɔnten bɔ ne ho ban na nsuo yɛ ne fasuo.
Are you better than No-amon, seated on the Nile streams, with waters all round her; whose wall was the sea and her earthwork the waters?
9 Kus ne Misraim yɛ ne dɔm a wɔntumi nkan wɔn. Put ne Libia ka nʼadomfoɔ ho.
Ethiopia was her strength and Egyptians without number; Put and Lubim were her helpers.
10 Nanso wɔfaa no dommum twaa no asuo. Wɔtoo ne mmadoma hwehwee fam ma wɔtetee wɔ mmɔntene so. Wɔbɔɔ nʼaberempɔn so ntonto, na nʼatitire nso wɔde nkɔnsɔnkɔnsɔn guguu wɔn.
But even she has been taken away, she has gone away as a prisoner: even her young children are smashed to bits at the top of all the streets: the fate of her honoured men is put to the decision of chance, and all her great men are put in chains.
11 Wo nso wʼani so bɛyɛ wo hagyahagya sɛ ɔsabofoɔ Na wo bɛhinta wo ho de akɔpɛ dwanekɔbea wɔ atamfoɔ nkyɛn.
And you will be overcome with wine, you will become feeble; you will be looking for a safe place from those who are fighting against you.
12 Wʼaban nyinaa te sɛ borɔdɔma nnua a aso aba foforɔ: sɛ wɔwoso a aba no tete gu ma deɛ ɔrepɛ bi adi.
All your walled places will be like fig-trees and your people like the first figs, falling at a shake into the mouth which is open for them.
13 Hwɛ wʼakofoɔ wɔn nyinaa yɛ mmaa! Wʼasase so apono ano deda hɔ ma wʼatamfoɔ; ogya ahye wʼapono no akyiri adaban.
See, the people who are in you are women; the doorways of your land are wide open to your attackers: the locks of your doors have been burned away in the fire.
14 Sesa nsuo sie ma otua no. Yere wo banbɔ mu! Wɔ dɔteɛ no na siesie ntayaa a wato no!
Get water for the time when you are shut in, make strong your towns: go into the potter's earth, stamping it down with your feet, make strong the brickworks.
15 Ɛhɔ na ogya bɛhye woɔ; akofena bɛtwa wo ahwe fam, na ayɛ wo sɛdeɛ mmɛbɛ adi wo nam. Mo nnɔre sɛ mmɛbɛ anaa ntutummɛ!
There the fire will make you waste; you will be cut off by the sword: make yourself as great in number as the worms, as great in number as the locusts.
16 Wama wʼadwadifoɔ adɔɔso, wɔn dodoɔ asene ɔsoro nsoromma, nanso wɔte sɛ ntutummɛ a wɔbɔ asase no kwaterekwa na afei wɔtu kɔ.
Let your traders be increased more than the stars of heaven:
17 Wʼawɛmfoɔ te sɛ ntutummɛ. Wʼadwumayɛfoɔ te sɛ ntutummɛ akuo a wɔsensam ban ho awɔ da. Adekyeɛ mu owia pue a wɔtu kɔ, na obi nnim faako a wɔkɔ.
Your crowned ones are like the locusts, and your scribes like the clouds of insects which take cover in the walls on a cold day, but when the sun comes up they go in flight, and are seen no longer in their place.
18 Ao, Asiriahene wo nnwanhwɛfoɔ retɔ nko. Wʼanimuonyamfoɔ deda hɔ rehome. Wo nkurɔfoɔ abɔ apete wɔ mmepɔ no so a wɔnni anoboaboafoɔ.
Sorrow! how are the keepers of your flock sleeping, O king of Assyria! your strong men are at rest; your people are wandering on the mountains, and there is no one to get them together.
19 Aduro biara ntumi nkum wʼapirakuro no; wo pira no mu yɛ den. Obiara a ɔte wo nka no bɔ ne nsam wɔ wʼasehweɛ ho, Na hwan koraa na wommɔɔ no atirimuɔden da?
Your pain may not be made better; you are wounded to death: all those hearing the news about you will be waving their hands in joy over you: for who has not undergone the weight of your evil-doing again and again?
