Naum 2
1 Izaðe zatiraè na te, èuvaj grad, pazi na put, utvrdi bedra, ukrijepi se dobro.
Nineveh! The destroyer has come up against you; mount guard upon the rampart; watch the road; brace yourselves; strengthen your might to the utmost.
2 Jer Gospod povrati slavu Jakovljevu kao slavu Izrailjevu, jer ih pustošnici opustošiše i loze im potrše.
For the Lord is restoring the majesty of Jacob and of Israel, though the devastators have plundered them and destroyed their vines.
3 Štit je junaka njegovijeh crven, vojnici su u skerletu; kola æe mu biti kao zapaljeni luèevi na dan kad se uvrsta, i jele æe se ljuljati strašno.
The shields of his warriors are dyed red, his soldiers are clothed in scarlet, his chariots gleam like fire on the day he prepares for battle spears are shaken.
4 Kola æe praskati po ulicama i udarati jedna o druga po putovima, biæe kao luèevi, i trèaæe kao munje.
Chariots rush across the fields, storm through the squares; they flame like torches, they dart like lightening.
5 Pominjaæe junake svoje, a oni æe padati iduæi, pohitjeæe k zidovima njegovijem, i zaklon æe biti gotov.
A leader rallies his nobles, they hurl themselves forward. They speed on toward the wall; the storming-shield is set up.
6 Vrata æe se rijekama otvoriti, i dvor æe se razvaliti.
The water-gates are thrown open, and the palace dissolves in ruins.
7 I koja stoji, zarobiæe se i odvešæe se, djevojke njezine pratiæe je uzdišuæi kao golubice, bijuæi se u prsi.
The queen is stripped, she is carried off. Her maids moan like doves, beating upon their breasts.
8 Ninevija bijaše kao jezero vodeno otkako je; ali bježe. Stanite, stanite. Ali se niko ne obzire.
Like a pool of water is Nineveh, her waters fast ebbing away. “Stand firm! Stand firm!” someone cries, but no one turns back.
9 Grabite srebro, grabite zlato; blagu nema kraja, mnoštvo je svakojakih dragih zaklada.
“Loot the silver, loot the gold, for there is no end to the treasure, the wealth and precious things.”
10 Isprazni se, i ogolje, i opustje; i srce se rastopi, koljena udaraju jedno o drugo, i bol je u svijem bedrima, i lica su svjema pocrnjela.
Nineveh is empty, desolate, devastated, with faint heart and knocking knee. There is weakness in every limb, and faces grow pale.
11 Gdje je loža lavovima i pasište laviæima, kuda iðaše lav i lavica i laviæ, i nikoga ne bješe da plaši?
Where now is the den of lions? Where now the lair of their young? Where the lion used to withdraw, with his cubs, with none to disturb them?
12 Lav lovljaše svojim laviæima dosta, i davljaše lavicama svojim, i punjaše peæine svoje lova i lože svoje grabeža.
The lion tore enough for his cubs, and strangled prey for his lionesses. He filled his caves with the kill, he filled his lairs with fresh meat.
13 Evo me na te, govori Gospod nad vojskama, i popaliæu kola tvoja u dim, i maè æe proždrijeti laviæe tvoje, i istrijebiæu sa zemlje grabež tvoj, i neæe se èuti glas poslanika tvojih.
“But see, I am against you,” the Lord of hosts declares, “I will burn your chariots in smoke and fire. The sword will devour your young lions. You will never again prey on the land. No more will your messengers be heard.”
