Nachuma 3
1 Ak vai, tai asins pilsētai, kas visa pilna melu un varas darbu; laupīšana tur nemitās.
Woe to the bloody city! It is all full of lies [and] violence; the prey departeth not.
2 Klau, pātagas plīkšķ, riteņi rīb, zirgi skraida un rati rūc!
The crack of the whip, and the noise of the rattling of the wheels, and of the prancing horses, and of the bounding chariots!
3 Jātnieki jāj, zobeni zib, šķēpi spīd! Bez skaita nokauto, pulkiem mirušo, bez gala līķu, ka krīt pār līķiem.
The horseman springing up, and the glitter of the sword, and the flash of the spear, and a multitude of slain, and a mass of carcases, and no end of corpses: they stumble over their corpses.
4 Viss tas notiks caur tās daiļās maukas, tās gudrās burves, lielo maucību, kas ar savu maukošanu tautas apmānījusi un ciltis ar savu buršanu.
— Because of the multitude of the fornications of the well-favoured harlot, mistress of sorceries, that selleth nations through her fornications, and families through her sorceries,
5 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.
behold, I am against thee, saith Jehovah of hosts; and I will uncover thy skirts upon thy face, and I will shew the nations thy nakedness, and the kingdoms thy shame.
6 Es metīšu uz tevi gānekļus un tevi sagānīšu un likšu tevi par biedēkli,
And I will cast abominable filth upon thee, and make thee vile, and will set thee as a gazing stock.
7 Ka visi, kas tevi redz, no tevis bēgs un sacīs: Ninive ir postīta! Kam tās būs žēl? Kur man tev meklēt iepriecinātājus?
And it shall come to pass, [that] all they that see thee shall flee from thee, and shall say, Nineveh is laid waste! Who will bemoan her? whence shall I seek comforters for thee?
8 Vai tu esi labāka nekā NoAmona, kas sēdēja pie upēm, kam visapkārt bija ūdeņi, kam jūra bija par stiprumu un jūra par mūri?
Art thou better than No-Amon, that was situate among the rivers, [that had] the waters round about her, whose rampart was the sea, [and] of the sea was her wall?
9 Moru(Etiopiešu) zeme bija viņas stiprums un Ēģipte bez gala, Puts un Libija tev bija par palīgu.
Ethiopia was her strength, and Egypt, and it was infinite; Phut and the Libyans were her helpers.
10 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.
She too was carried away, she went into captivity: her infants 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 with chains.
11 Tāpat tev būs piedzerties un krist tumsā un meklēt patvērumu no saviem ienaidniekiem.
Thou also shalt be drunken: thou shalt be hid; thou also shalt seek a refuge from the enemy.
12 Visas tavas stiprās pilis ir kā vīģes koki ar pirmiem augļiem; kad tos krata, tad tie krīt mutē ēdējam.
All thy strongholds are [like] fig-trees with the first-ripe figs: if they be shaken, they even fall into the mouth of the eater.
13 Redzi, tavi ļaudis tavā vidū ir bābas, tavas zemes vārti atveras taviem ienaidniekiem, uguns aprij tavus aizšaujamos.
Behold, thy people in the midst of thee are [as] women: the gates of thy land are set wide open unto thine enemies; the fire devoureth thy bars.
14 Smelies ūdeni, jo tu tapsi apsēsta, stiprini savas pilis, ej uz ķieģeļu cepli un min mālus, taisi stiprus ķieģeļus.
Draw thee water for the siege, strengthen thy fortresses; go into the clay, and tread the mortar, make strong the brick-kiln.
15 Uguns tevi aprīs, zobens tevi izdeldēs, viņš tevi norīs kā vaboli; vairojies kā vaboles, vairojies kā siseņi.
There shall the fire devour thee; the sword shall cut thee off; it shall devour thee like the cankerworm. Make thyself many as the cankerworm, make thyself many as the locust.
16 Tev ir vairāk tirgotāju nekā debess zvaigznes; vaboles izpleš spārnus un aizskrien.
Thou hast multiplied thy merchants more than the stars of the heavens; the cankerworm spreadeth himself out and flieth away.
17 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.
Thy chosen men are as the locusts, and thy captains as swarms of grasshoppers, which camp in the hedges in the cold day: when the sun ariseth they flee away, and their place is not known where they are.
18 Tavi gani, ak Asīrijas ķēniņ, guļ, tavi cienīgie dus, tavi ļaudis izklīduši pa kalniem, un neviens tos nesapulcina.
Thy shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria; thy nobles lie still; thy people are scattered upon the mountains, and no man gathereth them.
19 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?
There is no healing of thy breach; thy wound is grievous; all that hear the report of thee clap the hands over thee; for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?
