Nahum 3
1 Ve den blodskyldige Stad, hel fuld af Løgn, af Vold! Rov hører ikke op.
What a disaster is coming upon this murderous city with all its treachery! It is full of wealth it has robbed, and always has plenty of victims.
2 Knald af Piske og Lyd af Vognhjuls Raslen og Heste i jagende Fart og hoppende Vogne!
Listen to the noise: whips crack, wheels clatter, horses gallop, chariots rattle!
3 Ryttere, som sætte af Sted, og Blinken af Sværd og Lynen af Spyd og en Mængde ihjelslagne og en svar Hob Lig; og der er ingen Ende paa døde Kroppe, man snubler over deres døde Kroppe!
Horsemen charge, swords flash, spears glitter! Many dead, piles of corpses, countless bodies—so many that people stumble over them.
4 Det sker for de store Horerier af Horen, den yndige skønne, en Mesterinde i Trolddom, hun, som solgte Folkefærd ved sine Horerier og Folkeslægter ved sine Trolddomskunster.
All this happens because the repeated prostitution of Nineveh the prostitute, the beautiful mistress with her deadly charms who seduces nations into slavery by her prostitution and her witchcraft.
5 Se, jeg kommer imod dig, siger den Herre Zebaoth, og slaar dit Slæb op over dit Ansigt, og jeg vil lade Folkefærd se din Nøgenhed og Kongeriger din Skam.
Watch out! For I am against you, declares the Lord Almighty. I will lift your skirts over your face and let the nations see your nakedness, and kingdoms see your shame.
6 Og jeg vil kaste vederstyggelige Ting paa dig og gøre dig ringeagtet og sætte dig frem til Skue.
I will throw filth at you. I will treat you with contempt, and make a spectacle of you.
7 Og det skal ske, at enhver, som ser dig, skal fly bort fra dig og sige: Ødelagt er Ninive! hvo vil have Medynk med den? hvorfra skal jeg opsøge dig Trøstere?
Then everyone who sees you will shun you saying, “Nineveh is ruined! But who is going to mourn your loss?” Where should I look to find anyone to comfort you?
8 Mon du er bedre end No-Amon, som laa imellem Floderne, og som havde Vand trindt omkring sig, hvis Værn var Hav, hvis Mur var af Hav?
Are you any better than the city of Thebes on the River Nile, surrounded by water? Water was its defense, water was its wall.
9 Morianer i Mængde og Ægypter uden Tal, de af Put og Lybia vare din Hjælp.
The city ruled Egypt and Ethiopia. Put and Libya were its allies.
10 Ogsaa denne blev bortført, den maatte gaa i Fangenskab, ogsaa dens spæde Børn bleve knuste paa alle Gadehjørner, og over dens ansete Mænd kastede man Lod, og alle dens Stormænd bleve bundne i Lænker.
Yet its people were also taken away into exile, into captivity. Their babies were dashed to pieces in every street. Their nobles were bound in chains and taken away as servants, chosen by lot.
11 Ogsaa du skal blive drukken, være forsvunden; ogsaa du skal søge et Værn imod Fjenden.
You too will behave like a drunk. You will hide in fear, trying to find a place safe from the enemy.
12 Alle dine Fæstninger ere som Figentræer med tidligt modne Frugter; rystes de, da falde de i Munden paa den, som vil æde dem.
All your fortresses are like fig trees ripe with fruit—they fall when they are shaken into the mouth of the one eating.
13 Se, dit Folk er Kvinder i din Midte, dit Lands Porte ere aldeles opladte for dine Fjender; Ild har fortæret dine Portstænger.
Look! Your soldiers are women among you. The gates of your land are wide open to your enemies; the bars of the gates will be set on fire.
14 Drag dig Vand for Belejring, gør dine Befæstninger stærke; gak i Dyndet, og træd i Leret, tag fat paa Teglovnen!
Store water to prepare for a siege! Strengthen your fortresses! Go to the clay pits to tread it well, mix the cement, get your brick molds ready!
15 Der skal Ild fortære dig, Sværd udrydde dig, det skal fortære dig som Høskrækker; gør dig kun mangfoldig som Høskrækker, gør dig kun mangfoldig som Græshopper!
But even so, there the fire will consume you, you will be cut down by the sword. You will be destroyed as if you were devoured by a swarm of locusts. So multiply yourselves like locusts, like a swarm of locusts.
16 Du har havt flere Kræmmere end Stjerner paa Himmelen; Høskrækkerne bredte sig ud og fløj bort.
You increased your merchants so that there are more of them than the stars of heaven. But like locusts they strip everything and then fly away.
17 Dine kronede ere som Græshopper og dine Høvedsmænd som Græshoppesværme, hvilke lægge sig paa Murene, naar Dagen er kold; men naar Solen bryder frem da flyve bort, saa at deres Sted ikke kendes; hvor ere de?
Your leaders are like locusts, your officials like a swarm of locusts. They rest on walls on a cold day, but when the sun rises they fly away, and no one knows where they've gone.
18 Dine Hyrder ere hensovede, o Assurs Konge! dine ypperlige Mænd ligge i Ro; dit Folk, de ere adspredte paa Bjergene, og der er ingen, som samler dem.
King of Assyria, your shepherds are asleep, your princes are slumbering. Your people are scattered across the mountains and no one can gather them.
19 Der er ingen Lindring for din Skade, ulægeligt er dit Saar; alle, som høre Tidende om dig, klappe i Hænderne over dig; thi hvem gik ikke din Ondskab bestandigt ud over?
There is no way to heal your injuries, you are too badly wounded. Everyone who hears this news will applaud what has happened to you, for was there anyone who escaped your continuous cruelty?
