Nahum 3
1 Woe to the city of blood, full of lies, full of plunder, never without prey.
Teško gradu krvnièkom, vas je pun laži i otimanja, grabež ne izbiva iz njega.
2 The crack of the whip, the rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!
Pucaju bièevi, i toèkovi prašte, i konji topoæu, i kola skaèu,
3 Charging horseman, flashing sword, shining spear; heaps of slain, mounds of corpses, dead bodies without end— they stumble over their dead—
Konjanici poskakuju, i maèevi se sjaju, i koplja sijevaju, i mnoštvo je pobijenijeh i sila mrtvijeh tjelesa, nema broja mrtvacima; i pada se preko mrtvaca,
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.
Za mnoštvo kurvarstva ljupke kurve, vješte bajaèice, koja prodaje narode svojim kurvanjem i plemena vraèanjem svojim.
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.
Evo me na te, govori Gospod nad vojskama, i uzgrnuæu ti skute tvoje na lice, i pokazaæu narodima golotinju tvoju i carstvima sramotu tvoju.
6 I will pelt you with filth and treat you with contempt; I will make a spectacle of you.
I baciæu na tebe gadove i naružiæu te, i naèiniæu od tebe ugled.
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?”
I ko te god vidi, bježaæe od tebe, i govoriæe: opustje Ninevija; ko æe je žaliti? gdje æu tražiti one koji bi te tješili?
8 Are you better than Thebes, stationed by the Nile with water around her, whose rampart was the sea, whose wall was the water?
Jesi li bolja od No-Amona, koji ležaše meðu rijekama, optoèen vodom, kojemu prednja kula bješe more i zidovi mu bjehu more?
9 Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength; Put and Libya were her allies.
Jaèina mu bješe Huska zemlja i Misir i narodi bez broja; Futeji i Liveji bjehu ti pomoænici.
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.
I on bi preseljen, otide u ropstvo, i djeca njegova biše razmrskana po uglovima svijeh ulica; i za glavare njegove bacaše ždrijeb, i svi vlastelji njegovi biše okovani u puta.
11 You too will become drunk; you will go into hiding and seek refuge from the enemy.
I ti æeš se opiti i kriæeš se, i ti æeš tražiti zaklon od neprijatelja.
12 All your fortresses are fig trees with the first ripe figs; when shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater!
Svi æe gradovi tvoji biti kao smokve s ranijem rodom; kad se tresnu, padaju u usta onome ko hoæe da jede.
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.
Eto, narod su ti žene usred tebe; neprijateljima æe tvojim biti širom otvorena vrata od zemlje tvoje, oganj æe proždrijeti prijevornice tvoje.
14 Draw your water for the siege; strengthen your fortresses. Work the clay and tread the mortar; repair the brick kiln!
Nahvataj sebi vode za opsadu, utvrdi ograde svoje; uði u kao i ugazi blato, opravi peæ za opeke.
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!
Ondje æe te proždrijeti oganj, maè æe te isjeæi, izješæe te kao hrušt; neka vas je mnogo kao hrušteva, neka vas je mnogo kao skakavaca.
16 You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of the sky. The young locust strips the land and flies away.
Imaš trgovaca više nego što je zvijezda na nebu; hruštevi padoše, pa odletješe.
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.
Glavari su tvoji kao skakavci i vojvode tvoje kao veliki skakavci, koji padaju po plotovima kad je studeno, a kad sunce grane, odlijeæu, i mjesto im se ne poznaje gdje bjehu.
18 O king of Assyria, your shepherds slumber; your officers sleep. Your people are scattered on the mountains with no one to gather them.
Zadrijemaše tvoji pastiri, care Asirski, polijegaše junaci tvoji, narod se tvoj rasprša po gorama, i nema nikoga da ih zbere.
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?
Nema lijeka polomu tvom, ljuta je rana tvoja; ko god èuje glas o tebi, pljeskaæe rukama nad tobom, jer koga nije stizala zloæa tvoja jednako?
