ناحُوم 3
| وَيْلٌ لِلْمَدِينَةِ السَّافِكَةِ الدِّمَاءِ الْمُمْتَلِئَةِ كَذِباً، الْمُكْتَظَّةِ بِالْغَنَائِمِ الْمَنْهُوبَةِ، الَّتِي لَا تَخْلُو أَبَداً مِنَ الضَّحَايَا. | ١ 1 |
Woe to the city of blood, full of lies, full of plunder, never without prey.
| هَا فَرْقَعَةُ السِّيَاطِ وَقَعْقَعَةُ الْعَجَلاتِ وَجَلَبَةُ حَوَافِرِ الْخُيُولِ وَصَلْصَلَةُ الْمَرْكَبَاتِ. | ٢ 2 |
The crack of the whip, the rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!
| وَفُرْسَانٌ وَاثِبَةٌ، وَسُيُوفٌ لامِعَةٌ وَرِمَاحٌ بَارِقَةٌ وَكَثْرَةُ قَتْلَى وَأَكْوَامُ جُثَثٍ لا نِهَايَةَ لَهَا، بِها يَتَعَثَّرُونَ. | ٣ 3 |
Charging horseman, flashing sword, shining spear; heaps of slain, mounds of corpses, dead bodies without end— they stumble over their dead—
| كُلُّ هَذَا مِنْ أَجْلِ كَثْرَةِ زِنَى نِينَوَى الفَاتِنَةِ الآسِرَةِ وَمِنْ أَجْلِ سِحْرِهَا الْقَاتِلِ. لَقَدِ اسْتَعْبَدَتِ الشُّعُوبَ بِعَهَرِهَا وَالأُمَمَ بِشَعْوَذَتِهَا. | ٤ 4 |
because of the many harlotries of the harlot, the seductive mistress of sorcery, who betrays nations by her prostitution and clans by her witchcraft.
| هَا أَنَا أُقَاوِمُكِ، يَقُولُ الرَّبُّ الْقَدِيرُ، فَأَكْشِفُ عَارَكِ لأُطْلِعَ الأُمَمَ عَلَى عَوْرَتِكِ وَالْمَمَالِكَ عَلَى خِزْيِكِ. | ٥ 5 |
“Behold, I am against you,” declares the LORD of Hosts. “I will lift your skirts over your face. I will show your nakedness to the nations and your shame to the kingdoms.
| وَأُلَوِّثُكِ بِالأَوْسَاخِ وَأُحَقِّرُكِ وَأَجْعَلُكِ عِبْرَةً. | ٦ 6 |
I will pelt you with filth and treat you with contempt; I will make a spectacle of you.
| وَكُلُّ مَنْ يَرَاكِ يَعْرِضُ عَنْكِ قَائِلاً: «قَدْ خَرِبَتْ نِينَوَى فَمَنْ يَنُوحُ عَلَيْهَا؟ أَيْنَ أَجِدُ لَهَا مُعَزِّينَ؟» | ٧ 7 |
Then all who see you will recoil from you and say, ‘Nineveh is devastated; who will grieve for her?’ Where can I find comforters for you?”
| هَلْ أَنْتِ أَفْضَلُ مِنْ طِيبَةَ الْجَاثِمَةِ إِلَى جِوَارِ النِّيلِ الْمُحَاطَةِ بِالْمِيَاهِ، الْمُتَمَنِّعَةِ بِالْبَحْرِ وَبِأَسْوَارٍ مِنَ الْمِيَاهِ؟ | ٨ 8 |
Are you better than Thebes, stationed by the Nile with water around her, whose rampart was the sea, whose wall was the water?
| كُوشُ وَمِصْرُ كَانَتَا قُوَّتَهَا اللّامُتَنَاهِيَةَ، وَفُوطُ وَلِيبِيَا مِنْ حُلَفَائِهَا. | ٩ 9 |
Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength; Put and Libya were her allies.
| وَمَعَ ذَلِكَ فَقَدْ وَقَعَتْ أَسِيرَةً وَاقْتِيدَتْ إِلَى السَّبْيِ، وَتَمَزَّقَ أَطْفَالُهَا أَشْلاءَ فِي زَاوِيَةِ كُلِّ شَارِعٍ، وَاقْتُرِعَ عَلَى عُظَمَائِهَا، وَصُفِّدَ نُبَلاؤُهَا بِالأَغْلالِ. | ١٠ 10 |
Yet she became an exile; she went into captivity. Her infants were dashed to pieces at the head of every street. They cast lots for her dignitaries, and all her nobles were bound in chains.
| وَأَنْتِ أَيْضاً تَسْكَرِينَ وَتَتَرَنَّحِينَ، وَتَلْتَمِسِينَ مَلْجَأً مِنَ الأَعْدَاءِ. | ١١ 11 |
You too will become drunk; you will go into hiding and seek refuge from the enemy.
| وَتَتَسَاقَطُ جَمِيعُ حُصُونِكِ كَتَسَاقُطِ بَوَاكِيرِ أَثْمَارِ أَشْجَارِ التِّينِ النَّاضِجَةِ فِي أَفْوَاهِ مَنْ يَهُزُّونَهَا. | ١٢ 12 |
All your fortresses are fig trees with the first ripe figs; when shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater!
| انْظُرِي إِلَى جُنُودِكِ مُرْتَعِبِينَ كَالنِّسَاءِ فِي وَسَطِكِ. صَارَتْ أَبْوَابُ أَرْضِكِ مَفْتُوحَةً أَمَامَ أَعْدَائِكِ. وَشَرَعَتِ النِّيرَانُ تَلْتَهِمُ مَزَالِيجَكِ. | ١٣ 13 |
Look at your troops— they are like your women! The gates of your land are wide open to your enemies; fire consumes their bars.
| خَزِّنِي مَاءً تَأَهُّباً لِلْحِصَارِ، حَصِّنِي قِلاعَكِ. دُوسِي أَكْوَامَ الطِّينِ لِتُجَهِّزِي الطُّوبَ؛ أَصْلِحِي قَوَالِبَ الطِّينِ. | ١٤ 14 |
Draw your water for the siege; strengthen your fortresses. Work the clay and tread the mortar; repair the brick kiln!
| هُنَاكَ تَلْتَهِمُكِ النَّارُ، وَيَسْتَأْصِلُكِ السَّيْفُ، فَيُبِيدُكِ الأَعْدَاءُ كَالْجَرَادِ. تَكَاثَرِي كَالْجَرَادِ وَكَالْجَنَادِبِ. | ١٥ 15 |
There the fire will devour you; the sword will cut you down and consume you like a young locust. Make yourself many like the young locust; make yourself many like the swarming locust!
| قَدْ أَضْحَى تُجَّارُكِ أَكْثَرَ مِنْ كَوَاكِبِ السَّمَاءِ، وَلَكِنَّهُمْ تَبَدَّدُوا كَجَرَادٍ فَرَدَ أَجْنِحَتَهُ وَطَارَ. | ١٦ 16 |
You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of the sky. The young locust strips the land and flies away.
| أَصْبَحَ رُؤَسَاؤُكِ كَالْجَنَادِبِ، وَقَادَتُكِ كَأَسْرَابِ الْجَرَادِ الْمُتَكَوِّمَةِ عَلَى سِيَاجٍ فِي يَوْمٍ بَارِدٍ. مَا إِنْ تُشْرِقُ الشَّمْسُ حَتَّى تَطِيرَ بَعِيداً إِلَى حَيْثُ لَا يَعْلَمُ أَحَدٌ. | ١٧ 17 |
Your guards are like the swarming locust, and your scribes like clouds of locusts that settle on the walls on a cold day. When the sun rises, they fly away, and no one knows where.
| قَدْ نَامَ رُعَاتُكَ يَا مَلِكَ أَشُّورَ، وَغَرِقَ عُظَمَاؤُكَ فِي سُبَاتٍ عَمِيقٍ، تَشَتَّتَ شَعْبُكَ عَلَى الْجِبَالِ وَلا يُوْجَدُ مَنْ يَجْمَعُهُمْ. | ١٨ 18 |
O king of Assyria, your shepherds slumber; your officers sleep. Your people are scattered on the mountains with no one to gather them.
| لَا جَبْرَ لِكَسْرِكَ، وَجُرْحُكَ مُمِيتٌ. وَكُلُّ مَنْ يَسْمَعُ بِمَا جَرَى لَكَ يُصَفِّقُ ابْتِهَاجاً لِمَا أَصَابَكَ، فَمَنْ لَمْ يُعَانِ مِنْ شَرِّكَ الْمُتْمَادِي؟ | ١٩ 19 |
There is no healing for your injury; your wound is severe. All who hear the news of you applaud your downfall, for who has not experienced your constant cruelty?
