1 Prophecy about Nineveh. Book of the vision of Nahum of Elcos.
2 Jehovah is a jealous and avenging God; Jehovah is avenging and full of indignation; He takes revenge on his adversaries, and saves anger for his enemies.
3 The Lord is slow to anger and great in power, and will not hold the guilty innocent. The Lord marches in the storm and the whirlwind, and the clouds are the dust of his feet.
4 He threatens the sea, and makes it dry, and narrows all the rivers; Bashan was destroyed, and Carmel, and the flower of Lebanon was destroyed.
5 The mountains tremble before him, and the hills melt; The earth is moved to his presence, and the world, and all who dwell in it.
6 Who will stand before his wrath? And who will be left standing in his fierce anger? His wrath is poured out like fire, and the rocks are split apart by it.
7 The Lord is good, a strength in the day of trouble; and he knows those who trust in him.
8 But with a mighty flood he will consume his enemies, and darkness will pursue his enemies.
9 What do you think against Jehovah? He will make a consummation; He will not take revenge twice on his enemies.
10 Although they are like thorns woven together, and are soaked in the drunkenness of it, they will be consumed like completely dry stubble.
11 From you came he who imagined evil against the Lord, a perverse counselor.
12 Thus says the Lord: Although they have rest, and there are so many of them, they will still be cut off, and he will pass away. I have afflicted you enough; I will not afflict you anymore.
13 For now I will break his yoke from off you, and break your bonds.
14 But the LORD will command you, that there shall be no memory of your name; From the house of your god I will destroy sculpture and cast statue; There I will put your grave, because you were vile.
15 Behold, upon the mountains, the feet of him who brings good news, who announces peace. Celebrate, O Judah, your festivals, fulfill your vows; because he will never again pass through you the evil one; he perished altogether.
1 A destroyer has come up against you; guard the fortress, watch the path, gird your loins, greatly strengthen your power.
2 For the Lord will restore the glory of Jacob as the glory of Israel; because looters plundered them, and spoiled their ruins.
3 The shield of his mighty men will be red, the men of his army clothed in scarlet; the chariot like torchlight; On the day it is prepared, the beech trees will tremble.
4 The chariots will rush into the squares, with a roar they will roll through the streets; Their appearance will be like burning torches, they will flash like lightning.
5 He will remember his mighty men; They will trample each other in his march; They will hasten to his wall, and the defense will be prepared.
6 The gates of the rivers will be opened, and the palace will be destroyed.
7 And the queen will be captive; They will order her to come up, and her maids will carry her away moaning like doves, beating her breasts.
8 Nineveh of old was like a pool of water; but they flee. They say: Stop, stop!; but no one looks.
9 Plunder silver, plunder gold; there is no end of the riches and sumptuousness of all kinds of covetable effects.
10 Empty, exhausted and desolate it is, and the heart faints; trembling knees, pain in the bowels, changed faces.
11 What became of the lions’ den, and of the lion’s cubs’ den, where the lion and the lioness, and the lion’s cubs, were gathered, and there was no one to scare them away?
12 The lion snatched plenty of his cubs, and drowned his lionesses, and filled his dens with prey, and his dens with plunder.
13 Here I am against you, says the Lord of hosts. I will set your chariots on fire and burn them to smoke, and the sword will devour your young lions; and I will cut off your robbery from the land, and the voice of your messengers will be heard no more.
1 Woe to you, bloodthirsty city, full of lies and plunder, without turning away from plunder!
2 The crack of a whip, and the roar of wheels, a trampling horse, and a leaping chariot;
3 upright horseman, and the flash of the sword, and the flash of the spear; and multitude of dead, and multitude of corpses; endless corpses, and over their corpses they will stumble,
4 because of the multitude of the fornications of the harlot of beautiful grace, master of spells, who seduces the nations with her fornications, and the people with her spells.
5 Here I am against you, says the Lord of hosts, and I will reveal your skirts to your face, and I will show your nakedness to the nations, and your shame to the kingdoms.
6 And I will cast filth upon you, and I will dishonor you, and make you like dung.
7 All who see you will turn away from you and say, Nineveh is desolate; who will feel sorry for her? Where will I look for dildos for you?
8 Are you better than Thebes, which sat by the Nile, surrounded by waters, whose stronghold was the sea, and waters for a wall?
9 Ethiopia was her fortress, Egypt also, and that without limit; Fut and Libya were her helpers.
10 However she was taken into captivity; Her little ones were also dashed to pieces at the crossroads of all the streets, and lots were cast for her men, and all her big ones were imprisoned with fetters.
11 You also will be made drunk, and you will be shut up; You too will seek refuge from the enemy.
12 All your fortresses will be like fig trees with figs, which if shaken will fall into the mouth of him who eats them.
13 Behold, your people will be like women in your midst; The doors of your land will be opened wide to your enemies; Fire will consume your locks.
14 Provide yourself with water for the siege, strengthen your fortresses; enter the mud, step on the clay, strengthen the oven.
15 There the fire will consume you, the sword will cut you down, it will devour you like an aphid; multiply like a locust, multiply like a lobster.
16 You multiplied your merchants more than the stars of heaven; The locust took prey, and flew away.
17 Your princes will be like locusts, and your great ones like swarms of locusts that sit on fences on a cold day; When the sun rises they leave, and the place where they are is not known.
18 Your shepherds have slept, O king of Assyria, your mighty men have rested; Your people are scattered on the mountains, and there is no one to gather them together.
19 There is no medicine for your brokenness; your wound is incurable; all who hear of your fame will clap their hands over you, for upon whom has not your evil continually passed?
