Nahum 3
1 Ve Byen, der drypper af Blod, hvor der kun tales Løgn, så fuld af Ran, med Rov uden Ende!
O city of blood, wholly false, full of unrighteousness; the prey shall not be handled.
2 Hør Smæld og raslende Vogne, jagende Heste,
The noise of whips, and the noise of the rumbling of wheels, and of the pursuing horse, and of the bounding chariot,
3 Stridsvognenes vilde Dans og stejlende Heste! Sværdblink og lynende Spyd, faldne i Mængde, Masser af døde, endeløse Dynger af Lig, man snubler over Lig!
and of the mounting rider, and of the glittering sword, and of the gleaming arms, and of a multitude of slain, and of heavy falling: and there was no end to her nations, but they shall be weak in their bodies
4 For Skøgens vidt drevne Utugt, den fagre, udlært i Trolddom, som besnærede Folk ved Utugt, Stammer ved Trolddom,
because of the abundance of fornication: [she is] a fair harlot, and well-favoured, skilled in sorcery, that sells the nations by her fornication, and peoples by her sorceries.
5 kommer jeg over dig, lyder det fra Hærskarers HERRE; dit Slæb slår jeg op i Ansigtet på dig, lader Folkeslag se din Blusel, Riger din Skam,
Behold, I am against you, says the Lord God Almighty, and I will uncover your skirts in your presence, and I will show the nations your shame, and the kingdoms your disgrace.
6 dænger dig til med Skarn og vanærer dig, ja sætter dig i Gabestok.
And I will cast abominable filth upon you according to your unclean ways, and will make you a public example.
7 Enhver, som får dig at se, skal fly fra dig og sige: "Nineve er ødelagt, hvem vil ynke det, hvor skal jeg hente en til at give det Trøst?"
And it shall be [that] every one that sees you shall go down from you, and shall say, Wretched Nineve! who shall lament for her? whence shall I seek comfort for her?
8 Mon du er bedre end No-Amon, der lå ved Strømme, omgivet af Vand som Bolværk, med Vand til Mur?
Prepare you a portion, tune the chord, prepare a portion for Ammon: she that dwells among the rivers, water is round about her, whose dominion is the sea, and whose walls are water.
9 Dets Styrke var Ætiopere og Ægyptere uden Tal; Put og Libyer kom det til Hjælp.
And Ethiopia is her strength, and Egypt; and there was no limit of the flight [of her enemies]; and the Libyans became her helpers.
10 Dog førtes det bort, i Fangenskab måtte det vandre, på alle Gadebjørner knustes også dets spæde; og om dets ædle kastedes Lod, alle dets Stormænd lagdes i Lænker.
Yet she shall go as a prisoner into captivity, and they shall dash her infants against the ground at the top of all her ways: and they shall cast lots upon all her glorious [possessions], and all her nobles shall be bound in chains.
11 Også du skal drikke og synke i Afmagt, også du skal søge i Ly for Fjenden.
And you shall be drunken, and shall be overlooked; and you shall seek for yourself strength because of [your] enemies.
12 Alle dine Fæstninger er Figener og tidligmoden Frugt; når de rystes, falder de den spisende i Munden.
All your strongholds are as fig-trees having watchers: if they be shaken, they shall fall into the mouth of the eater.
13 Se, Folket i dig er som Kvinder, vidåbne for Fjenden er Portene ind til dit Land, Ild fortæred dine Slåer.
Behold, your people within you are as women: the gates of your land shall surely be opened to your enemies: the fire shall devour your bars.
14 Øs Vand til Brug, når du omringes, styrk dine Fæstninger, træd Dynd, stamp Ler, tag fat på Teglstensformen.
Draw you water for a siege, and well secure your strongholds: enter into the clay, and be you trodden in the chaff, make [the fortifications] stronger than brick.
15 Ild skal fortære dig på Stedet. Sværd udrydde dig, fortære dig som Springere. Er du end talrig som Springere, talrig som Græshopper,
There the fire shall devour you; the sword shall utterly destroy you, it shall devour you as the locust, and you shall be pressed down as a palmerworm.
16 er end dine Købmænd flere end Himlens Stjerner - Græshoppen kaster sin Vingeskal og flyver!
You have multiplied your merchandise beyond the stars of heaven: the palmerworm has attacked [it], and has flown away.
17 Dine Fogeder er som Græshopper, dine Tipsarer som Græshoppesværme; de lejrer sig i Hegn, når Dagen er sval; men når Solen står op, er de borte, man ved ej hvor.
Your mixed [multitude] has suddenly departed as the grasshopper, as the locust perched on a hedge in a frosty day; the sun arises, and it flies off, and knows not its place: woe to them!
18 Hvor sov dine Hyrder fast, du Assurs Konge! Dine Helte blunded; dit Folk er spredt på Bjergene, ingen samler dem.
Your shepherds have slumbered, the Assyrian king has laid low your mighty men: your people departed to the mountains, and there was none to receive [them].
19 Ulægeligt er dit Brud, dit Sår er til Døden. Alle, som hører om dig, klapper i Hånd; thi hvem fik ikke din Ondskab stadig at føle?
There is no healing for your bruise; your wound has rankled: all that hear the report of you shall clap their hands against you; for upon whom has not your wickedness passed continually?
