Nahum 2
1 He that dasheth in pieces is come up before thy face: keep the munition, watch the way, make [thy] loins strong, fortify [thy] power mightily.
En Adspreder drager op imod dig, vogt Befæstningen, spejd Vejen, styrk Lænderne, anspænd Kraften stærkt!
2 For the LORD hath turned away the excellence of Jacob, as the excellence of Israel: for the emptiers have emptied them out, and marred 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 jostle 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 worthies: they shall stumble in their walk; they shall make haste to the wall thereof, and the defense 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, tabering 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 ye the spoil of silver, take the spoil of gold: for [there is] no 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 melteth, and the knees smite 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 whelp, 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 tore 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 thee, saith the LORD of hosts, and I will burn her chariots in the smoke, and the sword shall devour thy young lions: and I will cut off thy prey from the earth, and the voice of thy 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.
