Nahum 2
1 He is come up that shall destroy before thy face, that shall keep the siege: watch the way, fortify thy loins, strengthen thy power exceedingly.
Hærgeren drager imod dig, hold Vagt med Omhu, hold Udkig, omgjord din Lænd, saml al din Kraft!
2 For the Lord hath rendered the pride of Jacob, as the pride of Israel: because the spoilers have laid them waste, and have marred their vine branches.
Thi HERREN genrejser Jakobs og Israels Højhed; dem har jo Hærværksmænd hærget og ødt deres Ranker.
3 The shield of his mighty men is like fire, the men of the army are clad in scarlet, the reins of the chariot are flaming in the day of his preparation, and the drivers are stupefied.
Hans Heltes Skjolde er røde, hans Stridsmænd skarlagenklædt, hans Vogne funkler af Staal, den Dag han ruster og Spydene svinges.
4 They are in confusion in the ways, the chariots jostle one against another in the streets: their looks are like torches, like lightning running to and fro.
Igennem Gaderne raser Vognene frem, hen over Torvene farer de i susende Fart; de ser ud som Fakler, farer frem og tilbage som Lyn.
5 He will muster up his valiant men, they shall stumble in their march: they shall quickly get upon the walls thereof: and a covering shall be prepared.
Hans Helte kaldes frem, de snubler i Farten, de styrter frem imod Muren, Skjoldtaget er rejst.
6 The gates of the rivers are opened, and the temple is thrown down to the ground.
Flodportene bliver aabnet, Kongsgaarden vakler.
7 And the soldier is led away captive: and her bondwomen were led away mourning as doves, murmuring in their hearts.
Herskerinden føres bort i Landflygtighed med sine Terner; de sukker som kurrende Duer, slaar sig for Brystet.
8 And as for Ninive, her waters are like a great pool, but the men flee away. They cry: Stand, stand, but there is none that will return back.
Nineve er som en Dam, hvis Vand flyder bort. »Stands dog, stands dog!« raabes der, men ingen vender om.
9 Take ye the spoil of the silver, take the spoil of the gold: for there is no end of the riches of all the precious furniture.
Ran Sølv, ran Guld! Der er Liggendefæ uden Ende, alskens kostbare Ting i store Maader.
10 She is destroyed, and rent, and torn: the heart melteth, and the knees fail, and all the loins lose their strength: and the faces of them all are as the blackness of a kettle.
Tomt og tømt og udtømt, ængstede Hjerter, rystende Knæ og Skælven i alle Lænder! Og alle Ansigter blegner.
11 Where is now the dwelling of the lions, and the feeding place of the young lions, to which the lion went, to enter in thither, the young lion, and there was none to make them afraid?
Hvor er nu Løvernes Bo, Ungløvernes Hule, hvor Løven trak sig tilbage, hvor Ungløven ej kunde skræmmes?
12 The lion caught enough for his whelps, and killed for his lionesses: and he filled his holes with prey, and his den with rapine.
Den røved til Ungernes Tarv og myrded til Løvinderne, fyldte sine Hier med Bytte, sit Bo med Rov.
13 Behold I come against thee, saith the Lord of hosts, and I will burn thy chariots even to smoke, and the sword shall devour thy young lions: and I will cut off thy prey out of the land, and the voice of thy messengers shall be heard no more.
Se, jeg kommer over dig, lyder det fra Hærskarers HERRE, dit Lejrsted lader jeg gaa op i Røg. Dine Ungløver skal Sværdet fortære; jeg rydder din Røverfærd bort fra Jorden. Dine Sendebuds Røst skal aldrig høres mer.
