Mavhesi emuBhaibheri Ane Mukurumbira kubva kuna Nahum 3

Pakurirana nevamwe

Woe to the bloody city, completely full of lies and pillage; Her prey never departs.

There is no relief for your breakdown, Your wound is incurable. All who hear about you Will clap their hands over you, For on whom has not your evil passed continually?

And it will come about that all who see you Will shrink from you and say, ‘Nineveh is devastated! Who will grieve for her?’ Where will I seek comforters for you?”