Nachuma 3
1 Ak vai, tai asins pilsētai, kas visa pilna melu un varas darbu; laupīšana tur nemitās.
Woe to the city of blood! She is all full of deceit and robbery; She ceaseth not from plunder.
2 Klau, pātagas plīkšķ, riteņi rīb, zirgi skraida un rati rūc!
[[Hark!]] The noise of the whip! 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 lifteth up the flame of the sword, And the lightning of the spear; There is a multitude of the slain; heaps of dead bodies; There is no end to the carcasses; they stumble over the carcasses.
4 Viss tas notiks caur tās daiļās maukas, tās gudrās burves, lielo maucību, kas ar savu maukošanu tautas apmānījusi un ciltis ar savu buršanu.
It is because of the many whoredoms of the harlot, The graceful beauty, the mistress of enchantments, That sold nations by her whoredoms, And kingdoms by her enchantments.
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 host, And I will lift up thy trail over thy face, And I will show 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 I will dishonor thee, and make thee 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 all 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-Ammon, That dwelt by the rivers, That had the waters round about her, Whose fortress was the sea, And whose wall was from the waters?
9 Moru(Etiopiešu) zeme bija viņas stiprums un Ēģipte bez gala, Puts un Libija tev bija par palīgu.
Ethiopia and Egypt were her strength, a countless multitude; Phut and Lybia were thy 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.
Yet was she carried away; she went into captivity; Her children were dashed in pieces at the head of all the streets; For her honorable men they cast lots, And all her great men were bound in chains.
11 Tāpat tev būs piedzerties un krist tumsā un meklēt patvērumu no saviem ienaidniekiem.
Thou also shalt drink to the full; Thou, too, shalt be hidden; Thou 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 strong-holds shall be like fig-trees with the first ripe figs; If they be shaken, they 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 shall be women in the midst of thee; The gates of thy land shall be set wide open to thine enemies; The fire shall devour 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, Fortify thy strongholds. Go into the clay, and tread the mortar; Repair the brick-kiln!
15 Uguns tevi aprīs, zobens tevi izdeldēs, viņš tevi norīs kā vaboli; vairojies kā vaboles, vairojies kā siseņi.
Then shall the fire devour thee; The sword shall cut thee off, It shall devour thee like the locust; Though thou art increased like the locusts, Though thou art increased like the thick locusts.
16 Tev ir vairāk tirgotāju nekā debess zvaigznes; vaboles izpleš spārnus un aizskrien.
Thy merchants have been more numerous than the stars of heaven; The locusts spread themselves and fly 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 princes are like locusts, And thy captains like swarms of locusts, Which encamp in the hedges in the time of cold; But when the sun ariseth, they flee away, And the 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 take their rest, Thy people are scattered on the mountains, and none 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?
Thy bruise is incurable; Thy wound is mortal. All that hear of thee shall clap their hands over thee; For upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?
