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[1] An oracle concerning Nin'eveh. The book of the vision of Nahum of Elkosh.
[2] The LORD is a jealous God and avenging,
the LORD is avenging and wrathful;
the LORD takes vengeance on his adversaries
and keeps wrath for his enemies.
[3] The LORD is slow to anger and of great might,
and the LORD will by no means clear the guilty.
His way is in whirlwind and storm,
and the clouds are the dust of his feet.
[4] He rebukes the sea and makes it dry,
he dries up all the rivers;
Bashan and Carmel wither,
the bloom of Lebanon fades.
[5] The mountains quake before him,
the hills melt;
the earth is laid waste before him,
the world and all that dwell therein.
[6] Who can stand before his indignation?
Who can endure the heat of his anger?
His wrath is poured out like fire,
and the rocks are broken asunder by him.
[7] The LORD is good,
a stronghold in the day of trouble;
he knows those who take refuge in him.
[8] But with an overflowing flood
he will make a full end of his adversaries,
and will pursue his enemies into darkness.
[9] What do you plot against the LORD?
He will make a full end;
he will not take vengeance twice on his foes.
[10] Like entangled thorns they are consumed,
like dry stubble.
[11] Did one not come out from you,
who plotted evil against the LORD,
and counseled villainy?
[12] Thus says the LORD,
"Though they be strong and many,
they will be cut off and pass away.
Though I have afflicted you,
I will afflict you no more.
[13] And now I will break his yoke from off you
and will burst your bonds asunder."
[14] The LORD has given commandment about you:
"No more shall your name be perpetuated;
from the house of your gods I will cut off
the graven image and the molten image.
I will make your grave, for you are vile."
[15] Behold, on the mountains the feet of him
who brings good tidings,
who proclaims peace!
Keep your feasts, O Judah,
fulfil your vows,
for never again shall the wicked come against you,
he is utterly cut off.



The shatterer has come up against you.

Man the ramparts;
watch the road;
gird your loins;
collect all your strength.
[2] (For the LORD is restoring the majesty of Jacob
as the majesty of Israel,
for plunderers have stripped them
and ruined their branches.)
[3] The shield of his mighty men is red,
his soldiers are clothed in scarlet.
The chariots flash like flame
when mustered in array;
the chargers prance.
[4] The chariots rage in the streets,
they rush to and fro through the squares;
they gleam like torches,
they dart like lightning.
[5] The officers are summoned,
they stumble as they go,
they hasten to the wall,
the mantelet is set up.
[6] The river gates are opened,
the palace is in dismay;
[7] its mistress is stripped, she is carried off,
her maidens lamenting,
moaning like doves,
and beating their breasts.
[8] Nin'eveh is like a pool
whose waters run away.
"Halt! Halt!" they cry;
but none turns back.
[9] Plunder the silver,
plunder the gold!
There is no end of treasure,
or wealth of every precious thing.
[10] Desolate! Desolation and ruin!
Hearts faint and knees tremble,
anguish is on all loins,
all faces grow pale!
[11] Where is the lions' den,
the cave of the young lions,
where the lion brought his prey,
where his cubs were, with none to disturb?
[12] The lion tore enough for his whelps
and strangled prey for his lionesses;
he filled his caves with prey
and his dens with torn flesh.

Behold, I am against you, says the LORD of hosts, and I will burn your chariots in smoke, and the sword shall devour your young lions; I will cut off your prey from the earth, and the voice of your messengers shall no more be heard.



Woe to the bloody city,

all full of lies and booty --
no end to the plunder!
[2] The crack of whip, and rumble of wheel,
galloping horse and bounding chariot!
[3] Horsemen charging,
flashing sword and glittering spear,
hosts of slain,
heaps of corpses,
dead bodies without end --
they stumble over the bodies!
[4] And all for the countless harlotries of the harlot,
graceful and of deadly charms,
who betrays nations with her harlotries,
and peoples with her charms.
[5] Behold, I am against you,
says the LORD of hosts,
and will lift up your skirts over your face;
and I will let nations look on your nakedness
and kingdoms on your shame.
[6] I will throw filth at you
and treat you with contempt,
and make you a gazingstock.
[7] And all who look on you will shrink from you and say,
Wasted is Nin'eveh; who will bemoan her?
whence shall I seek comforters for her?
[8] Are you better than Thebes
that sat by the Nile,
with water around her,
her rampart a sea,
and water her wall?
[9] Ethiopia was her strength,
Egypt too, and that without limit;
Put and the Libyans were her helpers.
[10] Yet she was carried away,
she went into captivity;
her little ones were dashed in pieces
at the head of every street;
for her honored men lots were cast,
and all her great men were bound in chains.
[11] You also will be drunken,
you will be dazed;
you will seek
a refuge from the enemy.
[12] All your fortresses are like fig trees
with first-ripe figs --
if shaken they fall
into the mouth of the eater.
[13] Behold, your troops
are women in your midst.
The gates of your land
are wide open to your foes;
fire has devoured your bars.
[14] Draw water for the siege,
strengthen your forts;
go into the clay,
tread the mortar,
take hold of the brick mold!
[15] There will the fire devour you,
the sword will cut you off.
It will devour you like the locust.
Multiply yourselves like the locust,
multiply like the grasshopper!
[16] You increased your merchants
more than the stars of the heavens.
The locust spreads its wings and flies away.
[17] Your princes are like grasshoppers,
your scribes like clouds of locusts
settling on the fences
in a day of cold --
when the sun rises, they fly away;
no one knows where they are.
[18] Your shepherds are asleep,
O king of Assyria;
your nobles slumber.
Your people are scattered on the mountains
with none to gather them.
[19] There is no assuaging your hurt,
your wound is grievous.
All who hear the news of you
clap their hands over you.
For upon whom has not come
your unceasing evil?