Nahum 3
1 Woe to the city of blood, full of lies, full of plunder, never without prey.
Ak vai, tai asins pilsētai, kas visa pilna melu un varas darbu; laupīšana tur nemitās.
2 The crack of the whip, the rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!
Klau, pātagas plīkšķ, riteņi rīb, zirgi skraida un rati rūc!
3 Charging horseman, flashing sword, shining spear; heaps of slain, mounds of corpses, dead bodies without end— they stumble over their dead—
Jātnieki jāj, zobeni zib, šķēpi spīd! Bez skaita nokauto, pulkiem mirušo, bez gala līķu, ka krīt pār līķiem.
4 because of the many harlotries of the harlot, the seductive mistress of sorcery, who betrays nations by her prostitution and clans by her witchcraft.
Viss tas notiks caur tās daiļās maukas, tās gudrās burves, lielo maucību, kas ar savu maukošanu tautas apmānījusi un ciltis ar savu buršanu.
5 “Behold, I am against you,” declares the LORD of Hosts. “I will lift your skirts over your face. I will show your nakedness to the nations and your shame to the kingdoms.
Redzi, Es esmu pret tevi, saka Tas Kungs Cebaot, un Es atsegšu tavas (drēbju) vīles tavā priekšā, un rādīšu pagāniem tavu plikumu un valstīm tavu kaunu.
6 I will pelt you with filth and treat you with contempt; I will make a spectacle of you.
Es metīšu uz tevi gānekļus un tevi sagānīšu un likšu tevi par biedēkli,
7 Then all who see you will recoil from you and say, ‘Nineveh is devastated; who will grieve for her?’ Where can I find comforters for you?”
Ka visi, kas tevi redz, no tevis bēgs un sacīs: Ninive ir postīta! Kam tās būs žēl? Kur man tev meklēt iepriecinātājus?
8 Are you better than Thebes, stationed by the Nile with water around her, whose rampart was the sea, whose wall was the water?
Vai tu esi labāka nekā NoAmona, kas sēdēja pie upēm, kam visapkārt bija ūdeņi, kam jūra bija par stiprumu un jūra par mūri?
9 Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength; Put and Libya were her allies.
Moru(Etiopiešu) zeme bija viņas stiprums un Ēģipte bez gala, Puts un Libija tev bija par palīgu.
10 Yet she became an exile; she went into captivity. Her infants were dashed to pieces at the head of every street. They cast lots for her dignitaries, and all her nobles were bound in chains.
Viņa arīdzan ir aizvesta un gājusi cietumā, arī viņas bērni ir nokauti visu ielu stūros, un par viņas goda vīriem meta meslus, un visus viņas lielkungus slēdza ķēdēs.
11 You too will become drunk; you will go into hiding and seek refuge from the enemy.
Tāpat tev būs piedzerties un krist tumsā un meklēt patvērumu no saviem ienaidniekiem.
12 All your fortresses are fig trees with the first ripe figs; when shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater!
Visas tavas stiprās pilis ir kā vīģes koki ar pirmiem augļiem; kad tos krata, tad tie krīt mutē ēdējam.
13 Look at your troops— they are like your women! The gates of your land are wide open to your enemies; fire consumes their bars.
Redzi, tavi ļaudis tavā vidū ir bābas, tavas zemes vārti atveras taviem ienaidniekiem, uguns aprij tavus aizšaujamos.
14 Draw your water for the siege; strengthen your fortresses. Work the clay and tread the mortar; repair the brick kiln!
Smelies ūdeni, jo tu tapsi apsēsta, stiprini savas pilis, ej uz ķieģeļu cepli un min mālus, taisi stiprus ķieģeļus.
15 There the fire will devour you; the sword will cut you down and consume you like a young locust. Make yourself many like the young locust; make yourself many like the swarming locust!
Uguns tevi aprīs, zobens tevi izdeldēs, viņš tevi norīs kā vaboli; vairojies kā vaboles, vairojies kā siseņi.
16 You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of the sky. The young locust strips the land and flies away.
Tev ir vairāk tirgotāju nekā debess zvaigznes; vaboles izpleš spārnus un aizskrien.
17 Your guards are like the swarming locust, and your scribes like clouds of locusts that settle on the walls on a cold day. When the sun rises, they fly away, and no one knows where.
Tavi cienīgie ir kā siseņi, un tavi virsnieki kā vaboles, kas apmetās pie sētām dzestrā laikā, bet kad saule uzlec, tad tie aizskrien, tā ka viņu vietu nezin, kur tie ir.
18 O king of Assyria, your shepherds slumber; your officers sleep. Your people are scattered on the mountains with no one to gather them.
Tavi gani, ak Asīrijas ķēniņ, guļ, tavi cienīgie dus, tavi ļaudis izklīduši pa kalniem, un neviens tos nesapulcina.
19 There is no healing for your injury; your wound is severe. All who hear the news of you applaud your downfall, for who has not experienced your constant cruelty?
Tavai vainai nav dziedināšanas, tava kaite ir nāvīga; visi, kas par tevi dzird, sasit rokas par tevi. Jo kam tavs niknums nav uzgājis bez mitēšanās?
