Nahum 2
1 Ein folkeøydar fer upp imot deg. Vakta vollarne! Haldt utkik på vegen! Umgyrd lenderne, samla all di kraft!
He that breaketh in pieces hath come up over thy face, Keep the keeps, —watch the way, brace the loins, make vigour very firm.
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 Yahweh hath restored the excellency of Jacob, like the excellency of Israel, —for the plunderers have plundered them, and, their vine branches, have they marred.
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 heroes, is made red, the men of war, are clad in crimson, on fire, are the chariot-steels, on the day he maketh ready, —and, the lances, are put in motion.
4 På vegarne rasar vognerne fram. Dei andferst på torgi. Dei er å sjå til som logar, som eldingar fer dei fram.
In the streets, madly go the chariots, they rush along in the broadways, —their appearance, is like torches, as lightnings, hither and thither do they run.
5 Han kjem i hug storfolket sitt, dei snåvar der dei gjeng, dei styrmer til bymuren, men skjoldtaket er reist.
Let him call to mind his nobles, they shall stumble as they go—let them hasten to her wall, yet the storming cover, is prepared.
6 Elve-portarne vert opna, og kongsgarden sig saman.
The gates of the rivers, have been opened, —and, the palace, doth quake.
7 Ja, domen stend fast: ho vert nækt, dragsa burt. Ternorne hennar græt som duvor, dei slær seg for bringa.
And, Huzzab, hath been taken captive—hath been led up, —and, her handmaids, are making a moan like the sound of doves, as they taber upon their heart.
8 I all si tid var Nineve lik ein dam, rik av vatn, men no flyr dei burt. Stogga! Stogga! - Nei, ingen snur seg.
Yet, as for Nineveh, like a reservoir of waters, are her waters, —but, those men, are in flight! Stand! stand! but no one is turning.
9 Rana no sylv, rana no gull! Her tryt det ikkje på skattar, på nøgdi av allskyns dyrverdige ting.
Plunder silver, plunder gold, —and there is no end to the costly furnishing, rich with every article of delight.
10 Tomt, tomleik, tøming! - Hjartestøkk, kneskjelv og verk i alle mjødmar, og alle andlit skifter liter.
Emptiness, yea turned to emptiness, aye deserted [is she]! with, heart, unnerved, and, a tottering, of knees, and, anguish, in all loins, and, the faces of them all, have withdrawn their colour.
11 Kvar er no løvehiet, etar-staden åt ungløvorne, der løva og løvemori gjekk, og løve-ungen, og ingen skræmde deim?
Where is the lair of the lions? Yea the very feeding-place of the young lions, —where walked the lion, the lioness, the lion’s whelp, with 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, used to tear in pieces enough for his whelps, and to strangle for his lionesses, —and then fill with prey his holes, and his lairs with what he had torn.
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 me! against thee, Declareth Yahweh of hosts, Therefore will I burn up in smoke her chariots, and, thy young lions, shall be devoured by the sword, —so will I cut off, out of the earth, thy prey, nor shall be heard any more, the voice of thine envoy.
