Nahum 3
1 Woe to the bloody city! it is all full of lies and robbery; the prey departs not;
Ak vai, tai asins pilsētai, kas visa pilna melu un varas darbu; laupīšana tur nemitās.
2 The noise of a whip, and the noise of the rattling of the wheels, and of the prancing horses, and of the jumping chariots.
Klau, pātagas plīkšķ, riteņi rīb, zirgi skraida un rati rūc!
3 The horseman lifts up both the bright sword and the glittering spear: and there is a multitude of slain, and a great number of carcasses; and there is none end of their corpses; they stumble upon their corpses:
Jātnieki jāj, zobeni zib, šķēpi spīd! Bez skaita nokauto, pulkiem mirušo, bez gala līķu, ka krīt pār līķiem.
4 Because of the multitude of the whoredoms of the well-favoured harlot, the mistress of witchcrafts, that sells nations through her whoredoms, and families through her witchcrafts.
Viss tas notiks caur tās daiļās maukas, tās gudrās burves, lielo maucību, kas ar savu maukošanu tautas apmānījusi un ciltis ar savu buršanu.
5 Behold, I am against you, says the LORD of hosts; and I will discover your skirts upon your face, and I will show the nations your nakedness, 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 And I will cast abominable filth upon you, and make you vile, and will set you as a gazing-stock.
Es metīšu uz tevi gānekļus un tevi sagānīšu un likšu tevi par biedēkli,
7 And it shall come to pass, that all they that look upon you shall flee from you, and say, Nineveh is laid waste: who will lament for her? whence shall I seek comforters for you?
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 populous No, that was situated among the rivers, that had the waters round about it, whose rampart was the sea, and her wall was from the sea?
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 and Egypt were her strength, and it was infinite; Put and Lubim were your helpers.
Moru(Etiopiešu) zeme bija viņas stiprums un Ēģipte bez gala, Puts un Libija tev bija par palīgu.
10 Yet was she carried away, she went into captivity: her young children also were dashed in pieces at the top of all the streets: and they cast lots for her honourable men, and all her great men were bound 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 You also shall be drunken: you shall be hid, you also shall seek strength because of the enemy.
Tāpat tev būs piedzerties un krist tumsā un meklēt patvērumu no saviem ienaidniekiem.
12 All your strong holds shall be like fig trees with the first-fruits figs: if they be shaken, they shall even fall into the mouth of the eater.
Visas tavas stiprās pilis ir kā vīģes koki ar pirmiem augļiem; kad tos krata, tad tie krīt mutē ēdējam.
13 Behold, your people in the midst of you are women: the gates of your land shall be set wide open unto your enemies: the fire shall devour your bars.
Redzi, tavi ļaudis tavā vidū ir bābas, tavas zemes vārti atveras taviem ienaidniekiem, uguns aprij tavus aizšaujamos.
14 Draw you waters for the siege, fortify your strong holds: go into clay, and tread the mortar, make strong the brick-kiln.
Smelies ūdeni, jo tu tapsi apsēsta, stiprini savas pilis, ej uz ķieģeļu cepli un min mālus, taisi stiprus ķieģeļus.
15 There shall the fire devour you; the sword shall cut you off, it shall eat you up like the cankerworm: make yourself many as the cankerworm, make yourself many as the locusts.
Uguns tevi aprīs, zobens tevi izdeldēs, viņš tevi norīs kā vaboli; vairojies kā vaboles, vairojies kā siseņi.
16 You have multiplied your merchants above the stars of heaven: the cankerworm spoils, and flees away.
Tev ir vairāk tirgotāju nekā debess zvaigznes; vaboles izpleš spārnus un aizskrien.
17 Your crowned are as the locusts, and your captains as the great grasshoppers, which camp in the hedges in the cold day, but when the sun arises they flee away, and their place is not known where they are.
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 Your shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria: your nobles shall dwell in the dust: your people is scattered upon the mountains, and no man gathers them.
Tavi gani, ak Asīrijas ķēniņ, guļ, tavi cienīgie dus, tavi ļaudis izklīduši pa kalniem, un neviens tos nesapulcina.
19 There is no healing of your bruise; your wound is grievous: all that hear the bruit of you shall clap the hands over you: for upon whom has not your wickedness passed continually?
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?
