Nahum 2
1 The one who will dash you to pieces is coming up against you. Man the city walls, guard the roads, make yourselves strong, assemble your armies.
Ein folkeøydar fer upp imot deg. Vakta vollarne! Haldt utkik på vegen! Umgyrd lenderne, samla all di kraft!
2 For Yahweh is restoring the majesty of Jacob, like the majesty of Israel, although the plunderers devastated them and destroyed their vine branches.
For Herren vil reisa upp att stordomen åt Jakob liksom stordomen åt Israel, sidan ransmenner so hev øydt deim og tynt vintrei deira.
3 The shields of his mighty men are red, and the soldiers are clothed in scarlet; the chariots flash with their metal on the day that they are made ready, and the cypress spears are waved in the air.
Skjoldarne åt kjemporne hans er raudlita, stridsmennerne er klædde i skarlak, vognerne i eld og stål når han herbur deim, og spjot vert svinga.
4 The chariots speed through the streets; they rush back and forth in the wide streets. They look like torches, and they run like lightning.
På vegarne rasar vognerne fram. Dei andferst på torgi. Dei er å sjå til som logar, som eldingar fer dei fram.
5 The one who will dash you to pieces calls his officers; they stumble over each other in their march; they hurry to attack the city wall. The large shield is made ready to protect these attackers.
Han kjem i hug storfolket sitt, dei snåvar der dei gjeng, dei styrmer til bymuren, men skjoldtaket er reist.
6 The gates at the rivers are forced open, and the palace falls to ruins.
Elve-portarne vert opna, og kongsgarden sig saman.
7 Huzzab is stripped of her clothes and is taken away; her female servants moan like doves, beating on their breasts.
Ja, domen stend fast: ho vert nækt, dragsa burt. Ternorne hennar græt som duvor, dei slær seg for bringa.
8 Nineveh is like a leaking pool of water, with its people fleeing away like rushing water. Others shout, “Stop, stop,” but no one looks back.
I all si tid var Nineve lik ein dam, rik av vatn, men no flyr dei burt. Stogga! Stogga! - Nei, ingen snur seg.
9 Take the silver plunder, take the gold plunder, for there is no end to it, to the splendor of all Nineveh's beautiful things.
Rana no sylv, rana no gull! Her tryt det ikkje på skattar, på nøgdi av allskyns dyrverdige ting.
10 Nineveh is empty and ruined. Everyone's heart melts, everyone's knees strike together, and anguish is in everyone; their faces are all pale.
Tomt, tomleik, tøming! - Hjartestøkk, kneskjelv og verk i alle mjødmar, og alle andlit skifter liter.
11 Where now is the lions' den, the place where the young lion cubs were fed, the place where the lion and lioness walked, with the cubs, where they were afraid of nothing?
Kvar er no løvehiet, etar-staden åt ungløvorne, der løva og løvemori gjekk, og løve-ungen, og ingen skræmde deim?
12 The lion tore his victims to pieces for his cubs; he strangled victims for his lionesses, and filled his cave with victims, his dens with torn carcasses.
Kvar er løva som rana so mykje som ungarne vilde hava, og drap åt løvemøderne, ja, fyllte upp holorne sine med ran og hii sine med det sundrivne?
13 “See, I am against you—this is the declaration of Yahweh of hosts. I will burn your chariots in the smoke, and the sword will devour your young lions. I will cut off your prey from your land, and the voices of your messengers will be heard no more.”
Sjå, eg skal venda mot deg, segjer Herren, allhers drott. Vognerne dine skal eg lata ganga upp i røyk, og dine unge løvor skal sverdet øyda. Eg skal rydja ditt rov ut frå jordi. Og ingen skal meir høyra røysti åt dine sendemenner.
