Nahum 2
1 Hærgeren drager imod dig, hold Vagt med Omhu, hold Udkig, omgjord din Lænd, saml al din Kraft!
He who dashes in pieces has come up against you. Keep the fortress! Watch the way! Strengthen your waist! Fortify your power mightily!
2 Thi HERREN genrejser Jakobs og Israels Højhed; dem har jo Hærværksmænd hærget og ødt deres Ranker.
For Yahweh restores the excellency of Jacob as the excellency of Israel, for the destroyers have destroyed them and ruined their vine branches.
3 Hans Heltes Skjolde er røde, hans Stridsmænd skarlagenklædt, hans Vogne funkler af Stål, 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 pine spears are brandished.
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 rush back and forth in the wide ways. Their appearance 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 summons his picked troops. They stumble on their way. They dash to its wall, and the protective shield is put in place.
6 Flodportene bliver åbnet, Kongsgården vakler.
The gates of the rivers are opened, and the palace is dissolved.
7 Herskerinden føres bort i Landflygtigbed med sine Terner; de sukker som kurrende Duer, slår sig for Brystet.
It is decreed: she is uncovered, she is carried away; and her servants moan as with the voice of doves, beating on their breasts.
8 Nineve er som en Dam, hvis Vand flyder bort. "Stands dog, stands dog!" råbes der, men ingen vender om.
But Nineveh has been from of old like a pool of water, yet they flee away. “Stop! Stop!” they cry, but no one looks back.
9 Ran Sølv, ran Guld! Der er Liggendefæ uden Ende, alskens kostbare Ting i store Måder.
Take the plunder of silver. Take the plunder of gold, for there is no end of treasure, an abundance of every precious thing.
10 Tomt og tømt og udtømt, ængstede Hjerter, rystende Knæ og Skælven i alle Lænder! Og alle Ansigter blegner.
She is empty, void, and waste. The heart melts, the knees knock together, their bodies and faces have grown pale.
11 Hvor er nu Løvernes Bo, Ungløvernes Hule, hvor Løven frak 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 with the lion’s cubs, and no one made them afraid?
12 Den røved til Ungernes Tarv og myrded til Løvinderne, fyldte sine Hier med Bytte. sit Bo med Rov.
The lion tore in pieces enough for his cubs, and strangled prey for his lionesses, and filled his caves with the kill and his dens with prey.
13 Se, jeg kommer over dig, lyder det fra Hærskarers HERRE, dit Lejrsted lader jeg gå 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 you,” says Yahweh of Armies, “and I will burn her chariots in the smoke, and the sword will devour your young lions; and I will cut off your prey from the earth, and the voice of your messengers will no longer be heard.”
