Nahum 2
1 Àwọn apanirun ti dìde sí ọ, ìwọ Ninefe. Pa ilé ìṣọ́ mọ́, ṣọ́ ọ̀nà náà, di àmùrè, ẹ̀gbẹ́ rẹ kí ó le múra gírí.
He that breaketh in pieces hath come up over thy face, Keep the keeps, —watch the way, brace the loins, make vigour very firm.
2 Olúwa yóò mú ọláńlá Jakọbu padà sípò gẹ́gẹ́ bí ọláńlá Israẹli bí ó tilẹ̀ jẹ́ pé àwọn apanirun ti pa ibẹ̀ run, tí wọ́n sì ba ẹ̀ka àjàrà wọn jẹ́.
For Yahweh hath restored the excellency of Jacob, like the excellency of Israel, —for the plunderers have plundered them, and, their vine branches, have they marred.
3 Asà àwọn ọmọ-ogun rẹ̀ sì di pupa; àwọn ológun wọn sì wọ aṣọ òdòdó. Idẹ tí ó wà lórí kẹ̀kẹ́ ogun ń kọ mọ̀nàmọ́ná ní ọjọ́ tí a bá pèsè wọn sílẹ̀ tán; igi firi ni a ó sì mì tìtì.
The shield of his heroes, is made red, the men of war, are clad in crimson, on fire, are the chariot-steels, on the day he maketh ready, —and, the lances, are put in motion.
4 Àwọn kẹ̀kẹ́ ogun yóò ya bo àwọn pópónà, wọn yóò sì máa sáré síwá àti sẹ́yìn ní àárín ìgboro. Wọn sì dàbí ètùfù iná; tí ó sì kọ bí i mọ̀nàmọ́ná.
In the streets, madly go the chariots, they rush along in the broadways, —their appearance, is like torches, as lightnings, hither and thither do they run.
5 Ninefe yóò ṣe àṣàrò àwọn ọlọ́lá rẹ̀; síbẹ̀ wọ́n ń kọsẹ̀ ní ojú ọ̀nà wọn; wọn sáré lọ sí ibi odi rẹ̀, a ó sì pèsè ààbò rẹ̀.
Let him call to mind his nobles, they shall stumble as they go—let them hasten to her wall, yet the storming cover, is prepared.
6 A ó ṣí ìlẹ̀kùn àwọn odò wọ̀n-ọn-nì sílẹ̀, a ó sì mú ààfin náà di wíwó palẹ̀.
The gates of the rivers, have been opened, —and, the palace, doth quake.
7 A pa á láṣẹ pé ìlú náà, èyí tí a ti fi ìdí rẹ̀ múlẹ̀ ni a ó sì kó ní ìgbèkùn lọ. A ó sì mú un gòkè wá àti àwọn ìránṣẹ́bìnrin rẹ̀ yóò kérora bí ti ẹyẹ àdàbà, wọn a sì máa lu àyà wọn.
And, Huzzab, hath been taken captive—hath been led up, —and, her handmaids, are making a moan like the sound of doves, as they taber upon their heart.
8 Ninefe dàbí adágún omi, tí omi rẹ̀ sì ń gbẹ́ ẹ lọ. “Dúró! Dúró!” ni wọ́n ó máa kígbe, ṣùgbọ́n ẹnìkankan kì yóò wo ẹ̀yìn.
Yet, as for Nineveh, like a reservoir of waters, are her waters, —but, those men, are in flight! Stand! stand! but no one is turning.
9 “Ẹ kó ìkógun fàdákà! Ẹ kó ìkógun wúrà! Ìṣúra wọn ti kò lópin náà, àti ọrọ̀ kúrò nínú gbogbo ohun èlò ti a fẹ́!”
Plunder silver, plunder gold, —and there is no end to the costly furnishing, rich with every article of delight.
10 Òun ti ṣòfò, ó si di asán, ó sì di ahoro: ọkàn pami, eékún ń lu ara wọn, ìrora púpọ̀ sì wà nínú gbogbo ẹgbẹ́ àti ojú gbogbo wọ́n sì rẹ̀wẹ̀sì.
Emptiness, yea turned to emptiness, aye deserted [is she]! with, heart, unnerved, and, a tottering, of knees, and, anguish, in all loins, and, the faces of them all, have withdrawn their colour.
11 Níbo ni ihò àwọn kìnnìún wà àti ibi ìjẹun àwọn ọmọ kìnnìún, níbi tí kìnnìún, àní abo kìnnìún tí ń rìn, àti ọmọ kìnnìún, láìsí ohun ìbẹ̀rù.
Where is the lair of the lions? Yea the very feeding-place of the young lions, —where walked the lion, the lioness, the lion’s whelp, with none to make them afraid?
12 Kìnnìún tipa ọ̀pọ̀lọpọ̀ fún àwọn ọmọ rẹ̀, ó sì fún un ẹran ọdẹ ní ọrùn pa fún àwọn abo kìnnìún rẹ̀, ó sì fi ohun pípa kún ibùgbé rẹ̀ àti ihò rẹ̀ fún ohun ọdẹ.
The lion, used to tear in pieces enough for his whelps, and to strangle for his lionesses, —and then fill with prey his holes, and his lairs with what he had torn.
13 “Kíyèsi i èmi dojúkọ ọ́,” ni Olúwa àwọn ọmọ-ogun wí. “Èmi yóò sì fi kẹ̀kẹ́ rẹ̀ wọ̀n-ọn-nì jóná nínú èéfín, idà yóò sì jẹ ọmọ kìnnìún rẹ̀ wọ̀n-ọn-nì run. Èmi yóò sì ké ohun ọdẹ rẹ kúrò lórí ilẹ̀ ayé. Ohùn àwọn ìránṣẹ́ rẹ ni a kì yóò sì tún gbọ́ mọ́.”
Behold me! against thee, Declareth Yahweh of hosts, Therefore will I burn up in smoke her chariots, and, thy young lions, shall be devoured by the sword, —so will I cut off, out of the earth, thy prey, nor shall be heard any more, the voice of thine envoy.
