Nahum 2
1 Ein folkeøydar fer upp imot deg. Vakta vollarne! Haldt utkik på vegen! Umgyrd lenderne, samla all di kraft!
He is come up that shall destroy before thy face, that shall keep the siege: watch the way, fortify thy loins, strengthen thy power exceedingly.
2 For Herren vil reisa upp att stordomen åt Jakob liksom stordomen åt Israel, sidan ransmenner so hev øydt deim og tynt vintrei deira.
For the Lord hath rendered the pride of Jacob, as the pride of Israel: because the spoilers have laid them waste, and have marred their vine branches.
3 Skjoldarne åt kjemporne hans er raudlita, stridsmennerne er klædde i skarlak, vognerne i eld og stål når han herbur deim, og spjot vert svinga.
The shield of his mighty men is like fire, the men of the army are clad in scarlet, the reins of the chariot are flaming in the day of his preparation, and the drivers are stupefied.
4 På vegarne rasar vognerne fram. Dei andferst på torgi. Dei er å sjå til som logar, som eldingar fer dei fram.
They are in confusion in the ways, the chariots jostle one against another in the streets: their looks are like torches, like lightning running to and fro.
5 Han kjem i hug storfolket sitt, dei snåvar der dei gjeng, dei styrmer til bymuren, men skjoldtaket er reist.
He will muster up his valiant men, they shall stumble in their march: they shall quickly get upon the walls thereof: and a covering shall be prepared.
6 Elve-portarne vert opna, og kongsgarden sig saman.
The gates of the rivers are opened, and the temple is thrown down to the ground.
7 Ja, domen stend fast: ho vert nækt, dragsa burt. Ternorne hennar græt som duvor, dei slær seg for bringa.
And the soldier is led away captive: and her bondwomen were led away mourning as doves, murmuring in their hearts.
8 I all si tid var Nineve lik ein dam, rik av vatn, men no flyr dei burt. Stogga! Stogga! - Nei, ingen snur seg.
And as for Ninive, her waters are like a great pool, but the men flee away. They cry: Stand, stand, but there is none that will return back.
9 Rana no sylv, rana no gull! Her tryt det ikkje på skattar, på nøgdi av allskyns dyrverdige ting.
Take ye the spoil of the silver, take the spoil of the gold: for there is no end of the riches of all the precious furniture.
10 Tomt, tomleik, tøming! - Hjartestøkk, kneskjelv og verk i alle mjødmar, og alle andlit skifter liter.
She is destroyed, and rent, and torn: the heart melteth, and the knees fail, and all the loins lose their strength: and the faces of them all are as the blackness of a kettle.
11 Kvar er no løvehiet, etar-staden åt ungløvorne, der løva og løvemori gjekk, og løve-ungen, og ingen skræmde deim?
Where is now the dwelling of the lions, and the feeding place of the young lions, to which the lion went, to enter in thither, the young lion, and there was none to make them afraid?
12 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?
The lion caught enough for his whelps, and killed for his lionesses: and he filled his holes with prey, and his den with rapine.
13 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.
Behold I come against thee, saith the Lord of hosts, and I will burn thy chariots even to smoke, and the sword shall devour thy young lions: and I will cut off thy prey out of the land, and the voice of thy messengers shall be heard no more.
