Nahum 2
1 Hærgeren drager imod dig, hold Vagt med Omhu, hold Udkig, omgjord din Lænd, saml al din Kraft!
He that breaketh in pieces hath come up over thy face, Keep the keeps, —watch the way, brace the loins, make vigour very firm.
2 Thi HERREN genrejser Jakobs og Israels Højhed; dem har jo Hærværksmænd hærget og ødt deres Ranker.
For Yahweh hath restored the excellency of Jacob, like the excellency of Israel, —for the plunderers have plundered them, and, their vine branches, have they marred.
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 heroes, is made red, the men of war, are clad in crimson, on fire, are the chariot-steels, on the day he maketh ready, —and, the lances, are put in motion.
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.
In the streets, madly go the chariots, they rush along in the broadways, —their appearance, is like torches, as lightnings, hither and thither do they run.
5 Hans Helte kaldes frem, de snubler i Farten, de styrter frem imod Muren, Skjoldtaget er rejst.
Let him call to mind his nobles, they shall stumble as they go—let them hasten to her wall, yet the storming cover, is prepared.
6 Flodportene bliver aabnet, Kongsgaarden vakler.
The gates of the rivers, have been opened, —and, the palace, doth quake.
7 Herskerinden føres bort i Landflygtighed med sine Terner; de sukker som kurrende Duer, slaar sig for Brystet.
And, Huzzab, hath been taken captive—hath been led up, —and, her handmaids, are making a moan like the sound of doves, as they taber upon their heart.
8 Nineve er som en Dam, hvis Vand flyder bort. »Stands dog, stands dog!« raabes der, men ingen vender om.
Yet, as for Nineveh, like a reservoir of waters, are her waters, —but, those men, are in flight! Stand! stand! but no one is turning.
9 Ran Sølv, ran Guld! Der er Liggendefæ uden Ende, alskens kostbare Ting i store Maader.
Plunder silver, plunder gold, —and there is no end to the costly furnishing, rich with every article of delight.
10 Tomt og tømt og udtømt, ængstede Hjerter, rystende Knæ og Skælven i alle Lænder! Og alle Ansigter blegner.
Emptiness, yea turned to emptiness, aye deserted [is she]! with, heart, unnerved, and, a tottering, of knees, and, anguish, in all loins, and, the faces of them all, have withdrawn their colour.
11 Hvor er nu Løvernes Bo, Ungløvernes Hule, hvor Løven trak sig tilbage, hvor Ungløven ej kunde skræmmes?
Where is the lair of the lions? Yea the very feeding-place of the young lions, —where walked the lion, the lioness, the lion’s whelp, with none to make them afraid?
12 Den røved til Ungernes Tarv og myrded til Løvinderne, fyldte sine Hier med Bytte, sit Bo med Rov.
The lion, used to tear in pieces enough for his whelps, and to strangle for his lionesses, —and then fill with prey his holes, and his lairs with what he had torn.
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 me! against thee, Declareth Yahweh of hosts, Therefore will I burn up in smoke her chariots, and, thy young lions, shall be devoured by the sword, —so will I cut off, out of the earth, thy prey, nor shall be heard any more, the voice of thine envoy.
