Naum 3
1 Teško gradu krvnièkom, vas je pun laži i otimanja, grabež ne izbiva iz njega.
Woe to the bloody city! It is all full of lies and robbery—no end to the prey.
2 Pucaju bièevi, i toèkovi prašte, i konji topoæu, i kola skaèu,
The noise of the whip, the noise of the rattling of wheels, prancing horses, and bounding chariots,
3 Konjanici poskakuju, i maèevi se sjaju, i koplja sijevaju, i mnoštvo je pobijenijeh i sila mrtvijeh tjelesa, nema broja mrtvacima; i pada se preko mrtvaca,
the horseman charging, and the flashing sword, the glittering spear, and a multitude of slain, and a great heap of corpses, and there is no end of the bodies. They stumble on their bodies
4 Za mnoštvo kurvarstva ljupke kurve, vješte bajaèice, koja prodaje narode svojim kurvanjem i plemena vraèanjem svojim.
because of the multitude of the prostitution of the alluring prostitute, the mistress of witchcraft, who sells nations through her prostitution, and families through her witchcraft.
5 Evo me na te, govori Gospod nad vojskama, i uzgrnuæu ti skute tvoje na lice, i pokazaæu narodima golotinju tvoju i carstvima sramotu tvoju.
“Behold, I am against you,” says the LORD of Armies, “and I will lift your skirts over your face. I will show the nations your nakedness, and the kingdoms your shame.
6 I baciæu na tebe gadove i naružiæu te, i naèiniæu od tebe ugled.
I will throw abominable filth on you and make you vile, and will make you a spectacle.
7 I ko te god vidi, bježaæe od tebe, i govoriæe: opustje Ninevija; ko æe je žaliti? gdje æu tražiti one koji bi te tješili?
It will happen that all those who look at you will flee from you, and say, ‘Nineveh is laid waste! Who will mourn for her?’ Where will I seek comforters for you?”
8 Jesi li bolja od No-Amona, koji ležaše meðu rijekama, optoèen vodom, kojemu prednja kula bješe more i zidovi mu bjehu more?
Are you better than No-Amon, who was situated amongst the rivers, who had the waters around her, whose rampart was the sea, and her wall was of the sea?
9 Jaèina mu bješe Huska zemlja i Misir i narodi bez broja; Futeji i Liveji bjehu ti pomoænici.
Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength. Put and Libya were her helpers.
10 I on bi preseljen, otide u ropstvo, i djeca njegova biše razmrskana po uglovima svijeh ulica; i za glavare njegove bacaše ždrijeb, i svi vlastelji njegovi biše okovani u puta.
Yet was she carried away. She went into captivity. Her young children also were dashed in pieces at the head of all the streets, and they cast lots for her honourable men, and all her great men were bound in chains.
11 I ti æeš se opiti i kriæeš se, i ti æeš tražiti zaklon od neprijatelja.
You also will be drunken. You will be hidden. You also will seek a stronghold because of the enemy.
12 Svi æe gradovi tvoji biti kao smokve s ranijem rodom; kad se tresnu, padaju u usta onome ko hoæe da jede.
All your fortresses will be like fig trees with the first-ripe figs. If they are shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater.
13 Eto, narod su ti žene usred tebe; neprijateljima æe tvojim biti širom otvorena vrata od zemlje tvoje, oganj æe proždrijeti prijevornice tvoje.
Behold, your troops amongst you are women. The gates of your land are set wide open to your enemies. The fire has devoured your bars.
14 Nahvataj sebi vode za opsadu, utvrdi ograde svoje; uði u kao i ugazi blato, opravi peæ za opeke.
Draw water for the siege. Strengthen your fortresses. Go into the clay, and tread the mortar. Make the brick kiln strong.
15 Ondje æe te proždrijeti oganj, maè æe te isjeæi, izješæe te kao hrušt; neka vas je mnogo kao hrušteva, neka vas je mnogo kao skakavaca.
There the fire will devour you. The sword will cut you off. It will devour you like the grasshopper. Multiply like grasshoppers. Multiply like the locust.
16 Imaš trgovaca više nego što je zvijezda na nebu; hruštevi padoše, pa odletješe.
You have increased your merchants more than the stars of the skies. The grasshopper strips and flees away.
17 Glavari su tvoji kao skakavci i vojvode tvoje kao veliki skakavci, koji padaju po plotovima kad je studeno, a kad sunce grane, odlijeæu, i mjesto im se ne poznaje gdje bjehu.
Your guards are like the locusts, and your officials like the swarms of locusts, which settle on the walls on a cold day, but when the sun appears, they flee away, and their place is not known where they are.
18 Zadrijemaše tvoji pastiri, care Asirski, polijegaše junaci tvoji, narod se tvoj rasprša po gorama, i nema nikoga da ih zbere.
Your shepherds slumber, king of Assyria. Your nobles lie down. Your people are scattered on the mountains, and there is no one to gather them.
19 Nema lijeka polomu tvom, ljuta je rana tvoja; ko god èuje glas o tebi, pljeskaæe rukama nad tobom, jer koga nije stizala zloæa tvoja jednako?
There is no healing your wound, for your injury is fatal. All who hear the report of you clap their hands over you, for who hasn’t felt your endless cruelty?
