Nahum 2
1 He that dashes in pieces has come up before your face: keep the stronghold, watch the way, make your loins strong, fortify your power mightily.
En Adspreder drager op imod dig, vogt Befæstningen, spejd Vejen, styrk Lænderne, anspænd Kraften stærkt!
2 For the LORD has turned away the excellency of Jacob, as the excellency of Israel: for the destroyers have emptied them out, and ruined their vine branches.
Thi Herren genopretter Jakobs Herlighed ligesom Israels Herlighed; thi Røvere have udplyndret dem og ødelagt deres Vinkviste.
3 The shield of his mighty men is made red, the valiant men are in scarlet: the chariots shall be with flaming torches in the day of his preparation, and the fir trees shall be terribly shaken.
Hans vældiges Skjold er rødligt, Heltene ere klædte i Skarlagen, Vognene funkle af Staal paa den Dag, han ruster, og Spydene svinges.
4 The chariots shall rage in the streets, they shall clash with one against another in the broad ways: they shall seem like torches, they shall run like the lightnings.
Paa Gaderne fare Vognene som rasende, de ile af Sted paa de aabne Pladser, deres Udseende er som Blus, de løbe som Lynet.
5 He shall recount his nobles: they shall stumble in their walk; they shall make haste to the wall thereof, and the defence shall be prepared.
Han kommer sine ypperlige Mænd i Hu, de snuble under deres Gang, de haste hen til dens Mur; men Stormtaget er oprejst.
6 The gates of the rivers shall be opened, and the palace shall be dissolved.
Portene ud imod Floderne, ere opladte, og Paladset er modløst.
7 And Huzzab shall be led away captive, she shall be brought up, and her maids shall lead her as with the voice of doves, beating upon their breasts.
Men det er beskikket: Hun blottes, hun drages op, og hendes Piger sukke, som Duer sukke, de slaa sig paa deres Bryst.
8 But Nineveh is of old like a pool of water: yet they shall flee away. Stand, stand, shall they cry; but none shall look back.
Og Ninive var ligesom en vandrig Fiskedam, fra de Dage af da den blev til; men de fly: „Staar! staar!‟ men ingen ser sig tilbage.
9 Take all of you the spoil of silver, take the spoil of gold: for there is none end of the store and glory out of all the pleasant furniture.
Røver Sølv! røver Guld! der er dog ingen Ende paa Forraadet, en Herlighed af alle Haande kostelige Ting.
10 She is empty, and void, and waste: and the heart melts, and the knees strike together, and much pain is in all loins, and the faces of them all gather blackness.
Øde og Ørk og Ødelæggelse og et forsagt Hjerte, og Vaklen i Knæerne, og Smerte i alle Lænder! og alles Ansigter have skiftet Farve.
11 Where is the dwelling of the lions, and the feeding-place of the young lions, where the lion, even the old lion, walked, and the lion's offspring, and none made them afraid?
Hvor er nu Løvernes Bolig og denne, de unge Løvers Vildbane, hvor Løven, Løvinden gik, Løveungen, og der var ingen, som forfærdede dem.
12 The lion did tear in pieces enough for his whelps, and strangled for his lionesses, and filled his holes with prey, and his dens with ravin.
En Løve, der røvede, hvad der var nok til dens Unger, og kvalte til sine Løvinder og fyldte sine Huler med Rov og sine Boliger med det røvede.
13 Behold, I am against you, says the LORD of hosts, and I will burn her chariots in the smoke, and the sword shall devour your young lions: and I will cut off your prey from the earth, and the voice of your messengers shall no more be heard.
Se, jeg kommer imod dig, siger den Herre Zebaoth, og jeg vil brænde dine Vogne, saa de gaa op i Røg, og Sværd skal fortære dine unge Løver; og jeg vil udrydde dit Rov af Jorden, og dine Sendebuds Røst skal ikke høres ydermere.
