Nahum 2
1 He who dashes in pieces has come up against you. Keep the fortress! Watch the way! Strengthen your waist! Fortify your power mightily!
Ein folkeøydar fer upp imot deg. Vakta vollarne! Haldt utkik på vegen! Umgyrd lenderne, samla all di kraft!
2 For the LORD restores the excellency of Jacob as the excellency of Israel, for the destroyers have destroyed them and ruined their vine branches.
For Herren vil reisa upp att stordomen åt Jakob liksom stordomen åt Israel, sidan ransmenner so hev øydt deim og tynt vintrei deira.
3 The shield of his mighty men is made red. The valiant men are in scarlet. The chariots flash with steel in the day of his preparation, and the pine spears are brandished.
Skjoldarne åt kjemporne hans er raudlita, stridsmennerne er klædde i skarlak, vognerne i eld og stål når han herbur deim, og spjot vert svinga.
4 The chariots rage in the streets. They rush back and forth in the wide ways. Their appearance is like torches. They run like the lightnings.
På vegarne rasar vognerne fram. Dei andferst på torgi. Dei er å sjå til som logar, som eldingar fer dei fram.
5 He summons his picked troops. They stumble on their way. They dash to its wall, and the protective shield is put in place.
Han kjem i hug storfolket sitt, dei snåvar der dei gjeng, dei styrmer til bymuren, men skjoldtaket er reist.
6 The gates of the rivers are opened, and the palace is dissolved.
Elve-portarne vert opna, og kongsgarden sig saman.
7 It is decreed: she is uncovered, she is carried away; and her servants moan as with the voice of doves, beating on their breasts.
Ja, domen stend fast: ho vert nækt, dragsa burt. Ternorne hennar græt som duvor, dei slær seg for bringa.
8 But Nineveh has been from of old like a pool of water, yet they flee away. “Stop! Stop!” they cry, but no one looks back.
I all si tid var Nineve lik ein dam, rik av vatn, men no flyr dei burt. Stogga! Stogga! - Nei, ingen snur seg.
9 Take the plunder of silver. Take the plunder of gold, for there is no end of treasure, an abundance of every precious thing.
Rana no sylv, rana no gull! Her tryt det ikkje på skattar, på nøgdi av allskyns dyrverdige ting.
10 She is empty, void, and waste. The heart melts, the knees knock together, their bodies and faces have grown pale.
Tomt, tomleik, tøming! - Hjartestøkk, kneskjelv og verk i alle mjødmar, og alle andlit skifter liter.
11 Where is the den of the lions, and the feeding place of the young lions, where the lion and the lioness walked with the lion’s cubs, and no one made them afraid?
Kvar er no løvehiet, etar-staden åt ungløvorne, der løva og løvemori gjekk, og løve-ungen, og ingen skræmde deim?
12 The lion tore in pieces enough for his cubs, and strangled prey for his lionesses, and filled his caves with the kill and his dens with prey.
Kvar er løva som rana so mykje som ungarne vilde hava, og drap åt løvemøderne, ja, fyllte upp holorne sine med ran og hii sine med det sundrivne?
13 “Behold, I am against you,” says the LORD of Hosts, “and I will burn her chariots in the smoke, and the sword will devour your young lions; and I will cut off your prey from the earth, and the voice of your messengers will no longer be heard.”
Sjå, eg skal venda mot deg, segjer Herren, allhers drott. Vognerne dine skal eg lata ganga upp i røyk, og dine unge løvor skal sverdet øyda. Eg skal rydja ditt rov ut frå jordi. Og ingen skal meir høyra røysti åt dine sendemenner.
