Nahum 3
1 A curse is on the town of blood; it is full of deceit and violent acts; and there is no end to the taking of life.
Ve den blodskyldige Stad, hel fuld af Løgn, af Vold! Rov hører ikke op.
2 The noise of the whip, and the noise of thundering wheels; horses rushing and war-carriages jumping,
Knald af Piske og Lyd af Vognhjuls Raslen og Heste i jagende Fart og hoppende Vogne!
3 Horsemen driving forward, and the shining sword and the bright spear: and a great number of wounded, and masses of dead bodies; they are falling over the bodies of the dead:
Ryttere, som sætte af Sted, og Blinken af Sværd og Lynen af Spyd og en Mængde ihjelslagne og en svar Hob Lig; og der er ingen Ende paa døde Kroppe, man snubler over deres døde Kroppe!
4 Because of all the false ways of the loose woman, expert in attraction and wise in secret arts, who takes nations in the net of her false ways, and families through her secret arts.
Det sker for de store Horerier af Horen, den yndige skønne, en Mesterinde i Trolddom, hun, som solgte Folkefærd ved sine Horerier og Folkeslægter ved sine Trolddomskunster.
5 See, I am against you, says the Lord of armies, and I will have your skirts pulled over your face, and let the nations see you unclothed, and the kingdoms your shame.
Se, jeg kommer imod dig, siger den Herre Zebaoth, og slaar dit Slæb op over dit Ansigt, og jeg vil lade Folkefærd se din Nøgenhed og Kongeriger din Skam.
6 I will make you completely disgusting and full of shame, and will put you up to be looked at by all.
Og jeg vil kaste vederstyggelige Ting paa dig og gøre dig ringeagtet og sætte dig frem til Skue.
7 And it will come about that all who see you will go in flight from you and say, Nineveh is made waste: who will be weeping for her? where am I to get comforters for her?
Og det skal ske, at enhver, som ser dig, skal fly bort fra dig og sige: Ødelagt er Ninive! hvo vil have Medynk med den? hvorfra skal jeg opsøge dig Trøstere?
8 Are you better than No-amon, seated on the Nile streams, with waters all round her; whose wall was the sea and her earthwork the waters?
Mon du er bedre end No-Amon, som laa imellem Floderne, og som havde Vand trindt omkring sig, hvis Værn var Hav, hvis Mur var af Hav?
9 Ethiopia was her strength and Egyptians without number; Put and Lubim were her helpers.
Morianer i Mængde og Ægypter uden Tal, de af Put og Lybia vare din Hjælp.
10 But even she has been taken away, she has gone away as a prisoner: even her young children are smashed to bits at the top of all the streets: the fate of her honoured men is put to the decision of chance, and all her great men are put in chains.
Ogsaa denne blev bortført, den maatte gaa i Fangenskab, ogsaa dens spæde Børn bleve knuste paa alle Gadehjørner, og over dens ansete Mænd kastede man Lod, og alle dens Stormænd bleve bundne i Lænker.
11 And you will be overcome with wine, you will become feeble; you will be looking for a safe place from those who are fighting against you.
Ogsaa du skal blive drukken, være forsvunden; ogsaa du skal søge et Værn imod Fjenden.
12 All your walled places will be like fig-trees and your people like the first figs, falling at a shake into the mouth which is open for them.
Alle dine Fæstninger ere som Figentræer med tidligt modne Frugter; rystes de, da falde de i Munden paa den, som vil æde dem.
13 See, the people who are in you are women; the doorways of your land are wide open to your attackers: the locks of your doors have been burned away in the fire.
Se, dit Folk er Kvinder i din Midte, dit Lands Porte ere aldeles opladte for dine Fjender; Ild har fortæret dine Portstænger.
14 Get water for the time when you are shut in, make strong your towns: go into the potter's earth, stamping it down with your feet, make strong the brickworks.
Drag dig Vand for Belejring, gør dine Befæstninger stærke; gak i Dyndet, og træd i Leret, tag fat paa Teglovnen!
15 There the fire will make you waste; you will be cut off by the sword: make yourself as great in number as the worms, as great in number as the locusts.
Der skal Ild fortære dig, Sværd udrydde dig, det skal fortære dig som Høskrækker; gør dig kun mangfoldig som Høskrækker, gør dig kun mangfoldig som Græshopper!
16 Let your traders be increased more than the stars of heaven:
Du har havt flere Kræmmere end Stjerner paa Himmelen; Høskrækkerne bredte sig ud og fløj bort.
17 Your crowned ones are like the locusts, and your scribes like the clouds of insects which take cover in the walls on a cold day, but when the sun comes up they go in flight, and are seen no longer in their place.
Dine kronede ere som Græshopper og dine Høvedsmænd som Græshoppesværme, hvilke lægge sig paa Murene, naar Dagen er kold; men naar Solen bryder frem da flyve bort, saa at deres Sted ikke kendes; hvor ere de?
18 Sorrow! how are the keepers of your flock sleeping, O king of Assyria! your strong men are at rest; your people are wandering on the mountains, and there is no one to get them together.
Dine Hyrder ere hensovede, o Assurs Konge! dine ypperlige Mænd ligge i Ro; dit Folk, de ere adspredte paa Bjergene, og der er ingen, som samler dem.
19 Your pain may not be made better; you are wounded to death: all those hearing the news about you will be waving their hands in joy over you: for who has not undergone the weight of your evil-doing again and again?
Der er ingen Lindring for din Skade, ulægeligt er dit Saar; alle, som høre Tidende om dig, klappe i Hænderne over dig; thi hvem gik ikke din Ondskab bestandigt ud over?
