Nahum 2
1 Hærgeren drager imod dig, hold Vagt med Omhu, hold Udkig, omgjord din Lænd, saml al din Kraft!
He that dasheth in pieces is come up before thy face: keep the munition, watch the way, make thy loins strong, fortify thy power mightily.
2 Thi HERREN genrejser Jakobs og Israels Højhed; dem har jo Hærværksmænd hærget og ødt deres Ranker.
For the LORD bringeth again the excellency of Jacob, as the excellency of Israel: for the emptiers have emptied them out, and marred their vine branches.
3 Hans Heltes Skjolde er røde, hans Stridsmænd skarlagenklædt, hans Vogne funkler af Staal, den Dag han ruster og Spydene svinges.
The shield of his mighty men is made red, the valiant men are in scarlet: the chariots flash with steel in the day of his preparation, and the spears are shaken terribly.
4 Igennem Gaderne raser Vognene frem, hen over Torvene farer de i susende Fart; de ser ud som Fakler, farer frem og tilbage som Lyn.
The chariots rage in the streets, they justle one against another in the broad ways: the appearance of them is like torches, they run like the lightnings.
5 Hans Helte kaldes frem, de snubler i Farten, de styrter frem imod Muren, Skjoldtaget er rejst.
He remembereth his worthies: they stumble in their march; they make haste to the wall thereof, and the mantelet is prepared.
6 Flodportene bliver aabnet, Kongsgaarden vakler.
The gates of the rivers are opened, and the palace is dissolved.
7 Herskerinden føres bort i Landflygtighed med sine Terner; de sukker som kurrende Duer, slaar sig for Brystet.
And Huzzab is uncovered, she is carried away, and her handmaids mourn as with the voice of doves, tabering upon their breasts.
8 Nineve er som en Dam, hvis Vand flyder bort. »Stands dog, stands dog!« raabes der, men ingen vender om.
But Nineveh hath been from of old like a pool of water: yet they flee away; Stand, stand, [they cry]; but none looketh back.
9 Ran Sølv, ran Guld! Der er Liggendefæ uden Ende, alskens kostbare Ting i store Maader.
Take ye the spoil of silver, take the spoil of gold: for there is none end of the store, the glory of all pleasant furniture.
10 Tomt og tømt og udtømt, ængstede Hjerter, rystende Knæ og Skælven i alle Lænder! Og alle Ansigter blegner.
She is empty, and void, and waste: and the heart melteth, and the knees smite together, and anguish is in all loins, and the faces of them all are waxed pale.
11 Hvor er nu Løvernes Bo, Ungløvernes Hule, hvor Løven trak sig tilbage, hvor Ungløven ej kunde skræmmes?
Where is the den of the lions, and the feeding place of the young lions, where the lion [and] the lioness walked, the lion’s whelp, and none made them afraid?
12 Den røved til Ungernes Tarv og myrded til Løvinderne, fyldte sine Hier med Bytte, sit Bo med Rov.
The lion did tear in pieces enough for his whelps, and strangled for his lionesses, and filled his caves with prey, and his dens with ravin.
13 Se, jeg kommer over dig, lyder det fra Hærskarers HERRE, dit Lejrsted lader jeg gaa op i Røg. Dine Ungløver skal Sværdet fortære; jeg rydder din Røverfærd bort fra Jorden. Dine Sendebuds Røst skal aldrig høres mer.
Behold, I am against thee, saith the LORD of hosts, and I will burn her chariots in the smoke, and the sword shall devour thy young lions: and I will cut off thy prey from the earth, and the voice of thy messengers shall no more be heard.
