Nahum Propheta 3
1 Vae civitas sanguinum, universa mendacii dilaceratione plena: non recedet a te rapina.
Woe to the city of blood, full of lies, full of plunder, never without prey.
2 Vox flagelli, et vox impetus rotae, et equi frementis, et quadrigae ferventis, et equitis ascendentis:
The crack of the whip, the rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!
3 et micantis gladii, et fulgurantis hastae, et multitudinis interfectae, et gravis ruinae: nec est finis cadaverum, et corruent in corporibus suis.
Charging horseman, flashing sword, shining spear; heaps of slain, mounds of corpses, dead bodies without end— they stumble over their dead—
4 Propter multitudinem fornicationum meretricis speciosae, et gratae, et habentis maleficia, quae vendidit gentes in fornicationibus suis, et familias in maleficiis suis:
because of the many harlotries of the harlot, the seductive mistress of sorcery, who betrays nations by her prostitution and clans by her witchcraft.
5 Ecce ego ad te, dicit Dominus exercituum, et revelabo pudenda tua in facie tua, et ostendam Gentibus nuditatem tuam, et regnis ignominiam tuam.
“Behold, I am against you,” declares the LORD of Hosts. “I will lift your skirts over your face. I will show your nakedness to the nations and your shame to the kingdoms.
6 Et proiiciam super te abominationes, et contumeliis te afficiam, et ponam te in exemplum.
I will pelt you with filth and treat you with contempt; I will make a spectacle of you.
7 Et erit: omnis, qui viderit te, resiliet a te, et dicet: Vastata est Ninive: quis commovebit super te caput? unde quaeram consolatorem tibi?
Then all who see you will recoil from you and say, ‘Nineveh is devastated; who will grieve for her?’ Where can I find comforters for you?”
8 Numquid melior es Alexandria populorum, quae habitat in fluminibus? aquae in circuitu eius: cuius divitiae, mare: aquae muri eius.
Are you better than Thebes, stationed by the Nile with water around her, whose rampart was the sea, whose wall was the water?
9 Aethiopia fortitudo eius, et Aegyptus, et non est finis: Aphrica, et Libyes fuerunt in auxilio tuo.
Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength; Put and Libya were her allies.
10 Sed et ipsa in transmigrationem ducta est in captivitatem: parvuli eius elisi sunt in capite omnium viarum, et super inclytos eius miserunt sortem, et omnes optimates eius confixi sunt in compedibus.
Yet she became an exile; she went into captivity. Her infants were dashed to pieces at the head of every street. They cast lots for her dignitaries, and all her nobles were bound in chains.
11 Et tu ergo inebriaberis, et eris despecta: et tu quaeres auxilium ab inimico.
You too will become drunk; you will go into hiding and seek refuge from the enemy.
12 Omnes munitiones tuae sicut ficus cum grossis suis: si concussae fuerint, cadent in os comedentis.
All your fortresses are fig trees with the first ripe figs; when shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater!
13 Ecce populus tuus mulieres in medio tui: inimicis tuis adapertione pandentur portae terrae tuae, devorabit ignis vectes tuos.
Look at your troops— they are like your women! The gates of your land are wide open to your enemies; fire consumes their bars.
14 Aquam propter obsidionem hauri tibi, extrue munitiones tuas: intra in lutum, et calca, subigens tene laterem.
Draw your water for the siege; strengthen your fortresses. Work the clay and tread the mortar; repair the brick kiln!
15 Ibi comedet te ignis: peribis gladio, devorabit te ut bruchus: congregare ergo ut bruchus: multiplicare ut locusta.
There the fire will devour you; the sword will cut you down and consume you like a young locust. Make yourself many like the young locust; make yourself many like the swarming locust!
16 Plures fecisti negotiationes tuas quam stellae sint caeli: bruchus expansus est, et avolavit.
You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of the sky. The young locust strips the land and flies away.
17 Custodes tui quasi locustae: et parvuli tui quasi locustae locustarum, quae considunt in sepibus in die frigoris: sol ortus est, et avolaverunt, et non est cognitus locus earum ubi fuerint.
Your guards are like the swarming locust, and your scribes like clouds of locusts that settle on the walls on a cold day. When the sun rises, they fly away, and no one knows where.
18 Dormitaverunt pastores tui, rex Assur: sepelientur principes tui: latitavit populus tuus in montibus, et non est qui congreget.
O king of Assyria, your shepherds slumber; your officers sleep. Your people are scattered on the mountains with no one to gather them.
19 Non est obscura contritio tua, pessima est plaga tua: omnes qui audierunt auditionem tuam, compresserunt manum super te: quia super quem non transiit malitia tua semper?
There is no healing for your injury; your wound is severe. All who hear the news of you applaud your downfall, for who has not experienced your constant cruelty?
