Nahum 3:2-19 ▼

2 the voice of the whip, the voice of the rattling of the wheel, with galloping horse and bounding chariot!

3 Horsemen are ascending with a flame of sword and flashing of spear, and the abundance of the slain, and the mass of the corpse—there is no end to the bodies—and they stumble over the bodies.

4 From the abundance of prostitutions of the prostitute, fine of favor, the mistress of sorcery, the one selling nations by her prostitution, and families by her sorcery.

5 “Behold, I am against you,” a declaration of YHWH of Hosts, “And I will uncover your skirts over your face, and I will let see the nations your nakedness, and the kingdoms your shame.

6 And I will cast upon you abominations and I will treat you with contempt, and I will set you as a spectacle!

7 And it will come to pass that all seeing you will flee from you, and will say, ‘Nineveh is devastated. Who will bemoan for her?’ From where should I seek comforters for you?”

8 Are you better than Thebes, the city setting by the River, with the waters around her, whose rampart was the sea, and the sea her wall?

9 Cush was her strength, and Egypt, and there was no end; Libya and Lubim came to be for your help.

10 Yet she was as an exile; she went into captivity; even her infants were dashed to pieces at the head of every street, and over her honored ones they cast lots, and all her great ones were bound in chains.

11 Even you will become drunk; you will be hidden; you will even seek refuge from the enemy.

12 All your fortresses are fig trees with the first ripe figs; if they are shaken, they fall into the mouth of the one eating.

13 Behold, your people are women in your midst; the gates of your land are wide open to your enemies; fire has devoured your bars.

14 Draw for yourself water for the siege; strengthen your fortresses; Go into the clay and tread on the mortar; take hold or the brick kiln.

15 There the fire will devour you; the sword will cut you down; it will eat you up like the locust. Make yourself many like the young locust, make yourself many like the swarming locust.

16 You have multiplied your merchants above the stars of the heavens; the young locust strips it and flies away.

17 Your princes are like the swarming locust, and your scribes like clouds of locusts of locusts, those camping on the fences on a day of cold; the sun has risen, and it flees away, and it is not known the place of it, where they are.

18 Your shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria; your nobles are at rest; your people are scattered on the mountains, and no one is gathering them.

19 There is no easing of your injury; your wound is severe; all those hearing the report of you clap the hands over you. For upon whom has not your evil passed continually?