Nahum 3
1 Ve den blodskyldige Stad, hel fuld af Løgn, af Vold! Rov hører ikke op.
Woe to the bloody city! it is all full of lies and robbery; the prey departs not;
2 Knald af Piske og Lyd af Vognhjuls Raslen og Heste i jagende Fart og hoppende Vogne!
The noise of a whip, and the noise of the rattling of the wheels, and of the prancing horses, and of the jumping chariots.
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!
The horseman lifts up both the bright sword and the glittering spear: and there is a multitude of slain, and a great number of carcasses; and there is none end of their corpses; they stumble upon their corpses:
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.
Because of the multitude of the whoredoms of the well-favoured harlot, the mistress of witchcrafts, that sells nations through her whoredoms, and families through her witchcrafts.
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.
Behold, I am against you, says the LORD of hosts; and I will discover your skirts upon your face, and I will show the nations your nakedness, and the kingdoms your shame.
6 Og jeg vil kaste vederstyggelige Ting paa dig og gøre dig ringeagtet og sætte dig frem til Skue.
And I will cast abominable filth upon you, and make you vile, and will set you as a gazing-stock.
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?
And it shall come to pass, that all they that look upon you shall flee from you, and say, Nineveh is laid waste: who will lament for her? whence shall I seek comforters for 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 better than populous No, that was situated among the rivers, that had the waters round about it, whose rampart was the sea, and her wall was from the sea?
9 Morianer i Mængde og Ægypter uden Tal, de af Put og Lybia vare din Hjælp.
Ethiopia and Egypt were her strength, and it was infinite; Put and Lubim were your helpers.
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 was she carried away, she went into captivity: her young children also were dashed in pieces at the top of all the streets: and they cast lots for her honourable men, and all her great men were bound in chains.
11 Ogsaa du skal blive drukken, være forsvunden; ogsaa du skal søge et Værn imod Fjenden.
You also shall be drunken: you shall be hid, you also shall seek strength because of 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 strong holds shall be like fig trees with the first-fruits figs: if they be shaken, they shall even fall into the mouth of the eater.
13 Se, dit Folk er Kvinder i din Midte, dit Lands Porte ere aldeles opladte for dine Fjender; Ild har fortæret dine Portstænger.
Behold, your people in the midst of you are women: the gates of your land shall be set wide open unto your enemies: the fire shall devour your bars.
14 Drag dig Vand for Belejring, gør dine Befæstninger stærke; gak i Dyndet, og træd i Leret, tag fat paa Teglovnen!
Draw you waters for the siege, fortify your strong holds: go into clay, and tread the mortar, make strong the brick-kiln.
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!
There shall the fire devour you; the sword shall cut you off, it shall eat you up like the cankerworm: make yourself many as the cankerworm, make yourself many as the locusts.
16 Du har havt flere Kræmmere end Stjerner paa Himmelen; Høskrækkerne bredte sig ud og fløj bort.
You have multiplied your merchants above the stars of heaven: the cankerworm spoils, and flees 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 crowned are as the locusts, and your captains as the great grasshoppers, which camp in the hedges in the cold day, but when the sun arises they flee away, and their place is not known where they are.
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.
Your shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria: your nobles shall dwell in the dust: your people is scattered upon the mountains, and no man gathers 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 healing of your bruise; your wound is grievous: all that hear the bruit of you shall clap the hands over you: for upon whom has not your wickedness passed continually?
