Nahum 3
1 Woe to the bloody city. It is all full of lies and robbery. The prey doesn't depart.
Ve den blodskyldige Stad, hel fuld af Løgn, af Vold! Rov hører ikke op.
2 The noise of the whip, the noise of the rattling of wheels, prancing horses, and bounding chariots,
Knald af Piske og Lyd af Vognhjuls Raslen og Heste i jagende Fart og hoppende Vogne!
3 the horseman mounting, and the flashing sword, the glittering spear, and a multitude of slain, and a great heap of corpses, and there is no end of the bodies. They stumble on their bodies,
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 the multitude of the prostitution of the alluring prostitute, the mistress of witchcraft, who sells nations through her prostitution, and families through her witchcraft.
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 "Look, I am against you," says Jehovah of hosts, "and I will lift your skirts over your face. I will show the nations your nakedness, 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 throw abominable filth on you, and make you vile, and will set you a spectacle.
Og jeg vil kaste vederstyggelige Ting paa dig og gøre dig ringeagtet og sætte dig frem til Skue.
7 It will happen that all those who look at you will flee from you, and say, 'Nineveh is laid waste. Who will mourn for her?' Where will I seek comforters for you?"
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, who was situated among the rivers, who had the waters around her; whose rampart was the sea, and her wall was of the sea?
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 Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength. Put and Libya were her helpers.
Morianer i Mængde og Ægypter uden Tal, de af Put og Lybia vare din Hjælp.
10 Yet was she carried away. She went into captivity. Her young children also were dashed in pieces at the head of all the streets, and they cast lots for her honorable men, and all her great men were bound 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 You also will be drunk. You will be hidden. You also will seek a stronghold because of the enemy.
Ogsaa du skal blive drukken, være forsvunden; ogsaa du skal søge et Værn imod Fjenden.
12 All your fortresses will be like fig trees with the first-ripe figs: if they are shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater.
Alle dine Fæstninger ere som Figentræer med tidligt modne Frugter; rystes de, da falde de i Munden paa den, som vil æde dem.
13 Look, your troops in your midst are women. The gates of your land are set wide open to your enemies. The fire has devoured your bars.
Se, dit Folk er Kvinder i din Midte, dit Lands Porte ere aldeles opladte for dine Fjender; Ild har fortæret dine Portstænger.
14 Draw water for the siege. Strengthen your fortresses. Go into the clay, and tread the mortar. Make the brick kiln strong.
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 devour you. The sword will cut you off. It will devour you like the grasshopper. Multiply like grasshoppers. Multiply like the locust.
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 You have increased your merchants more than the stars of the skies. The grasshopper strips, and flees away.
Du har havt flere Kræmmere end Stjerner paa Himmelen; Høskrækkerne bredte sig ud og fløj bort.
17 Your guards are like the locusts, and your officials like the swarms of locusts, which settle on the walls on a cold day, but when the sun appears, they flee away, and their place is not known where they are.
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 Your shepherds slumber, king of Assyria. Your nobles lie down. Your people are scattered on the mountains, and there is no one to gather them.
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 There is no healing your wound, for your injury is fatal. All who hear the report of you clap their hands over you; for who hasn't felt your endless cruelty?
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?
