Nahum 3

1 Woe to the bloody city! It is all full of lies and robbery—no end to the prey.

Nnome nka mogya kuropɔn a atoro ne korɔn ahyɛ no ma na amanehunufo mpa mu da!

2 The noise of the whip, the noise of the rattling of wheels, prancing horses, and bounding chariots,

Apɔnkɔkafo abaa regyigye, nteaseɛnam nhankare reyɛ kirididi Apɔnkɔ rehuruhuruw ne nteaseɛnam redankyidankyi.

3 the horseman charging, and the flashing sword, the glittering spear, and a multitude of slain, and a great heap of corpses, and there is no end of the bodies. They stumble on their bodies

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.

4 because of the multitude of the prostitution of the alluring prostitute, the mistress of witchcraft, who sells nations through her prostitution, and families through her witchcraft.

Eyi nyinaa fi oguamanfo bi akɔnnɔ, ntafowayifo no nnaadaa dodow no. Ɔno na ɔde nʼaguamammɔ tɔn amanaman na ɔde ne ntafowayi tɔn nnipa.

5 “Behold, I am against you,” says Yahweh of Armies, “and I will lift your skirts over your face. I will show the nations your nakedness, and the kingdoms your shame.

“Me ne wo nka,” sɛnea Asafo Awurade se ni, “Mɛpagyaw wʼatade akɔ soro. Mɛma amanaman ahu wʼadagyaw na ahenni ahorow nso ahu wʼanimguase.

6 I will throw abominable filth on you and make you vile, and will make you a spectacle.

Mede fi bɛsra wo ho, mebu wo animtiaa na mama nnipa ahwɛ wo.

7 It will happen that all those who look at you will flee from you, and say, ‘Nineveh is laid waste! Who will mourn for her?’ Where will I seek comforters for you?”

Obiara a obehu wo beguan afi wo ho aka se, ‘Ninewe adwiriw, na hena na obesu no?’ Ɛhe na menya obi akyekye wo werɛ?”

8 Are you better than No-Amon, who was situated among the rivers, who had the waters around her, whose rampart was the sea, and her wall was of the sea?

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.

9 Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength. Put and Libya were her helpers.

Kus ne Misraim yɛ ne dɔm a wontumi nkan wɔn. Put ne Libia ka nʼadomfo ho.

10 Yet was she carried away. She went into captivity. Her young children also were dashed in pieces at the head of all the streets, and they cast lots for her honorable men, and all her great men were bound in chains.

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.

11 You also will be drunken. You will be hidden. You also will seek a stronghold because of the enemy.

Wo nso wobɛbow Na wubehintaw wo ho de akɔpɛ guankɔbea wɔ atamfo nkyɛn.

12 All your fortresses will be like fig trees with the first-ripe figs. If they are shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater.

Wʼaban nyinaa te sɛ borɔdɔma nnua a asow aba foforo: sɛ wɔwosow a aba no tetew gu ma nea ɔrehwehwɛ bi adi.

13 Behold, your troops among you are women. The gates of your land are set wide open to your enemies. The fire has devoured your bars.

Hwɛ wʼakofo wɔn nyinaa yɛ mmea! Wʼasase so apon ano deda hɔ ma wʼatamfo; ogya ahyew wʼapon no akyi adaban.

14 Draw water for the siege. Strengthen your fortresses. Go into the clay, and tread the mortar. Make the brick kiln strong.

Sesaw nsu sie ma bere a wɔatua mo ano no. Yere wo bammɔ mu! Wɔw dɔte no na siesie ntayaa a wɔato no!

15 There the fire will devour you. The sword will cut you off. It will devour you like the grasshopper. Multiply like grasshoppers. Multiply like the locust.

Ɛhɔ na ogya bɛhyew wo; afoa betwa wo ahwe fam, wobedi wo nam sɛ mmoadabikuw. Monnɔ sɛ tɛwtɛw, mo ase mfɛe sɛ mmoadabi!

16 You have increased your merchants more than the stars of the skies. The grasshopper strips and flees away.

Woama wʼaguadifo adɔɔso, wɔn dodow asen ɔsoro nsoromma, nanso wɔte sɛ mmoadabi a wɔbɔ asase no kwaterekwa na afei wotu kɔ.

17 Your guards are like the locusts, and your officials like the swarms of locusts, which settle on the walls on a cold day, but when the sun appears, they flee away, and their place is not known where they are.

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.

18 Your shepherds slumber, king of Assyria. Your nobles lie down. Your people are scattered on the mountains, and there is no one to gather them.

Asiriahene wo nguanhwɛfo retɔ nko. Wʼanuonyamfo deda hɔ rehome. Wo nkurɔfo abɔ apete wɔ mmepɔw no so a wonni anoboaboafo.

19 There is no healing your wound, for your injury is fatal. All who hear the report of you clap their hands over you, for who hasn’t felt your endless cruelty?

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?