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.
Ak vai, tai asins pilsētai, kas visa pilna melu un varas darbu; laupīšana tur nemitās.
2 The noise of the whip, and the noise of thundering wheels; horses rushing and war-carriages jumping,
Klau, pātagas plīkšķ, riteņi rīb, zirgi skraida un rati rūc!
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:
Jātnieki jāj, zobeni zib, šķēpi spīd! Bez skaita nokauto, pulkiem mirušo, bez gala līķu, ka krīt pār līķiem.
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.
Viss tas notiks caur tās daiļās maukas, tās gudrās burves, lielo maucību, kas ar savu maukošanu tautas apmānījusi un ciltis ar savu buršanu.
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.
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 make you completely disgusting and full of shame, and will put you up to be looked at by all.
Es metīšu uz tevi gānekļus un tevi sagānīšu un likšu tevi par biedēkli,
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?
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 No-amon, seated on the Nile streams, with waters all round her; whose wall was the sea and her earthwork the waters?
Vai tu esi labāka nekā NoAmona, kas sēdēja pie upēm, kam visapkārt bija ūdeņi, kam jūra bija par stiprumu un jūra par mūri?
9 Ethiopia was her strength and Egyptians without number; Put and Lubim were her helpers.
Moru(Etiopiešu) zeme bija viņas stiprums un Ēģipte bez gala, Puts un Libija tev bija par palīgu.
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.
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 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.
Tāpat tev būs piedzerties un krist tumsā un meklēt patvērumu no saviem ienaidniekiem.
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.
Visas tavas stiprās pilis ir kā vīģes koki ar pirmiem augļiem; kad tos krata, tad tie krīt mutē ēdējam.
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.
Redzi, tavi ļaudis tavā vidū ir bābas, tavas zemes vārti atveras taviem ienaidniekiem, uguns aprij tavus aizšaujamos.
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.
Smelies ūdeni, jo tu tapsi apsēsta, stiprini savas pilis, ej uz ķieģeļu cepli un min mālus, taisi stiprus ķieģeļus.
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.
Uguns tevi aprīs, zobens tevi izdeldēs, viņš tevi norīs kā vaboli; vairojies kā vaboles, vairojies kā siseņi.
16 Let your traders be increased more than the stars of heaven:
Tev ir vairāk tirgotāju nekā debess zvaigznes; vaboles izpleš spārnus un aizskrien.
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.
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 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.
Tavi gani, ak Asīrijas ķēniņ, guļ, tavi cienīgie dus, tavi ļaudis izklīduši pa kalniem, un neviens tos nesapulcina.
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?
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?
