The Burden against Nineveh 1The burden of Nineueh. The booke of the vision of Nahum the Elkeshite. 2God is ielous, & the Lord reuengeth: the Lord reuengeth: euen the Lorde of anger, the Lorde will take vengeance on his aduersaries, & he reserueth wrath for his enemies. 3The Lord is slow to anger, but he is great in power, and will not surely cleare the wicked: the Lord hath his way in ye whirlewind, & in the storme, and the cloudes are the dust of his feete. 4He rebuketh the sea, and dryeth it, and he dryeth vp all the riuers: Bashan is wasted and Carmel, and the floure of Lebanon is wasted. 5The mountaines tremble for him, and the hilles melt, & the earth is burnt at his sight, yea, the worlde, and all that dwell therein. 6Who can stande before his wrath? Or who can abide in the fiercenesse of his wrath? His wrath is powred out like fire, and the rockes are broken by him. 7The Lorde is good and as a strong hold in the day of trouble, and he knoweth them that trust in him. 8But passing ouer as with a flood, he will vtterly destroy the place thereof, and darknesse shall pursue his enemies. 9What doe ye imagine against the Lord? He wil make an vtter destruction: affliction shal not rise vp the seconde time. 10For he shall come as vnto thornes folden one in another, and as vnto drunkardes in their drunkennesse: they shall be deuoured as stubble fully dryed. 11There commeth one out of thee that imagineth euill against the Lorde, euen a wicked counsellour. 12Thus saith the Lorde, Though they be quiet, and also many, yet thus shall they be cut off when he shall passe by: though I haue afflicted thee, I will afflict thee no more. 13For nowe I will breake his yoke from thee, and will burst thy bonds in sunder. 14And the Lorde hath giuen a commandement concerning thee, that no more of thy name be sowen: out of the house of thy gods will I cut off the grauen, and the molten image: I will make it thy graue for thee, for thou art vile. 15Beholde vpon the mountaines the feete of him that declareth, and publisheth peace: O Iudah, keepe thy solemne feastes, perfourme thy vowes: for the wicked shall no more passe thorowe thee: he is vtterly cut off. |