Nahum 3
1 Teško gradu krvničkom, pun je laži, prepun grabeža, s pljačkanjem on ne prestaje!
Woe to the city of blood, full of lies, full of plunder, never without prey.
2 Slušajte! Pucaju bičem! Slušajte! Štropot točkova! Konji upropanj, kola poskakuju.
The crack of the whip, the rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!
3 Konjanici u stremenu, mačevi sjaju, koplja sijevaju ... gomile ranjenih, snopovi mrtvih, trupla unedogled, svuda se o truplo spotiče!
Charging horseman, flashing sword, shining spear; heaps of slain, mounds of corpses, dead bodies without end— they stumble over their dead—
4 Eto plaće za razvrat bludnice, ljupke ljubaznice, vješte čarobnice koja je zavodila narode svojim razvratom i plemena svojim čaranjima.
because of the many harlotries of the harlot, the seductive mistress of sorcery, who betrays nations by her prostitution and clans by her witchcraft.
5 “Evo me! Tebi!” - riječ je Jahve nad Vojskama. “Na tvoje lice podignut ću skute tvoje haljine, tvoju golotinju pokazat ću narodima, tvoju sramotu kraljevstvima.
“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.
6 Bacit ću na tebe smeće, osramotit ću te, izložiti na stup sramote.
I will pelt you with filth and treat you with contempt; I will make a spectacle of you.
7 Svaki koji te vidi, bježat će od tebe. Reći će: 'Niniva! Kakva razvalina!' Tko je može požaliti? Gdje joj naći tješitelje?”
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?”
8 Jesi li tvrđa od Tebe Amonove koja sjedi na rukavima Rijeke? Njezino predziđe bilo je more, njezini bedemi bile su vode.
Are you better than Thebes, stationed by the Nile with water around her, whose rampart was the sea, whose wall was the water?
9 Njezina snaga bila je Etiopija, Egipat; nije imala granica. Narodi Puta i Libije bili su joj pomoćnici.
Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength; Put and Libya were her allies.
10 A i ona je otišla u progonstvo, morala je ići u sužanjstvo; njezina nejaka djeca bila su razmrskana po svim raskršćima; za ugledne ljude njezine bacali su ždrijeb, svi njezini velikani okovani su lancima.
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.
11 Tako ćeš i ti biti slomljena, bit ćeš svladana; tako ćeš i ti morati tražiti utočište pred dušmaninom.
You too will become drunk; you will go into hiding and seek refuge from the enemy.
12 Tvoje utvrde sve su kao smokvino stablo s urodom mladih smokava; kad se potrese stablo, smokve padaju u usta svakome koji ih želi jesti.
All your fortresses are fig trees with the first ripe figs; when shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater!
13 Gledaj svoj narod: sve je žensko u domu tvome; vrata tvoje zemlje širom se otvaraju neprijatelju; oganj je sažgao tvoje prijevornice.
Look at your troops— they are like your women! The gates of your land are wide open to your enemies; fire consumes their bars.
14 Nacrpi vode za opsadu, utvrdi svoje bedeme, gnječi blato, gazi ilovaču, uzmi kalup za opeku.
Draw your water for the siege; strengthen your fortresses. Work the clay and tread the mortar; repair the brick kiln!
15 A ipak će te oganj sažeći i mač potamaniti. Namnoži se kao kukci, namnoži se kao skakavci;
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!
16 [16a] umnoži svoje trgovce da ih bude više nego zvijezda na nebu,
You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of the sky. The young locust strips the land and flies away.
17 [17a] tvoje posade neka bude kao skakavaca, a tvojih pisara kao kobilica. Borave po zidovima kad je hladan dan. Sunce grane: [16b] kukci razvijaju krilašca i lete, [17b] i odlaze tko zna kamo.
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.
18 Jao! Kako su zaspali tvoji pastiri, kralju asirski? Tvoji izabrani vojnici drijemaju, narod se tvoj raspršio po gorama, nitko ga više ne može sakupiti.
O king of Assyria, your shepherds slumber; your officers sleep. Your people are scattered on the mountains with no one to gather them.
19 Tvojoj rani nema lijeka! Neizlječiva je tvoja ozljeda. Svi koji to saznaju plješću tvojoj razvalini. Tko nije bez sanka i prestanka osjećao na sebi tvoju okrutnost?
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?
