Nachuma 2
1 Postītājs ceļas pret tevi, - sargi pili, lūko uz ceļu, stiprini gurnus un centies spēcīgi!
Nineveh! The destroyer has come up against you; mount guard upon the rampart; watch the road; brace yourselves; strengthen your might to the utmost.
2 Jo Tas Kungs atkal uzceļ Jēkaba godību, tā kā Israēla godību, jo laupītāji tos aplaupījuši un maitājuši viņu vīna stīgas.
For the Lord is restoring the majesty of Jacob and of Israel, though the devastators have plundered them and destroyed their vines.
3 Viņa varoņu priekšturamās bruņas ir sarkanas, viņa kara ļaudis purpurā ģērbušies, rati spīd kā uguns liesmas tai dienā, kad viņš apbruņojās, un šķēpi top cilāti.
The shields of his warriors are dyed red, his soldiers are clothed in scarlet, his chariots gleam like fire on the day he prepares for battle spears are shaken.
4 Rati rīb uz ielām, tie skraida gatvēs, viņu izskats ir kā uguns lāpas, tie laistās kā zibeņi.
Chariots rush across the fields, storm through the squares; they flame like torches, they dart like lightening.
5 Viņš piemin savus varenos, tie klūp savā ceļā, tie steidzās uz mūriem un sataisa patvērumu.
A leader rallies his nobles, they hurl themselves forward. They speed on toward the wall; the storming-shield is set up.
6 Upju vārti ir atdarīti, un pils iet bojā.
The water-gates are thrown open, and the palace dissolves in ruins.
7 Un ķēniņiene krīt kaunā un top aizvesta, un viņas kalpotājas vaid kā baloži un sit pie savām krūtīm.
The queen is stripped, she is carried off. Her maids moan like doves, beating upon their breasts.
8 Jo Ninive bija kā ūdeņu ezers no tā laika, kad tā cēlusies. Bet tie bēg. Stāvat, stāvat! Bet neviens neskatās atpakaļ.
Like a pool of water is Nineveh, her waters fast ebbing away. ‘Stand firm! Stand firm!’ someone cries, but no one turns back.
9 Laupāt sudrabu, laupāt zeltu, jo tur mantas bez gala un visādu dārgumu papilnam.
‘Loot the silver, loot the gold, for there is no end to the treasure, the wealth and precious things.’
10 Posts un postaža un tuksnesis, sirds izkūst, ceļi dreb, un visi gurni gurst, un visi viņu vaigi nobāl.
Nineveh is empty, desolate, devastated, with faint heart and knocking knee. There is weakness in every limb, and faces grow pale.
11 Kur nu ir tas lauvu dzīvoklis un tā jauno lauvu ganība, kur tas lauva, tā lauvu māte ar tiem lauvu bērniem staigāja, un nebija, kas tos iztraucēja?
Where now is the den of lions? Where now the lair of their young? Where the lion used to withdraw, with his cubs, with none to disturb them?
12 Bet tas lauva laupīja gan priekš saviem bērniem un žņaudza priekš tām lauvu mātēm, savas alas viņš pildīja ar laupījumu un savus dzīvokļus ar to, ko saplosīja.
The lion tore enough for his cubs, and strangled prey for his lionesses. He filled his caves with the kill, he filled his lairs with fresh meat.
13 Redzi, Es celšos pret tevi, saka Tas Kungs Cebaot; un sadedzināšu dūmos viņas ratus un zobens aprīs tavus lauvu bērnus, un Es izdeldēšu tavu laupījumu no zemes, un tavu vēstnešu balsi vairs nedzirdēs.
‘But see, I am against you,’ the Lord of hosts declares, ‘I will burn your chariots in smoke and fire. The sword will devour your young lions. You will never again prey on the land. No more will your messengers be heard.’
