Nahum 3 (TRV)

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• 1 Woe to the bloody city! It is all full of lies and robbery. Its prey never departs.

• 2 The noise of a whip, the noise of rattling of the wheels, of the galloping horses, of jumping chariots.

• 3 The horsemen lift up with the bright sword and glittering spear. There is a multitude of slain, a great number of bodies, there is no end of their corpses, they stumble over their corpses.

• 4 Because of the multitude of harlotries of the well favored harlot, the mistress of witchcraft, who sells nations through her harlotries, and families through her witchcraft.

• 5 “Behold, I am against you,” says the LORD of hosts; and “I will lift your skirts over your face, I will show the nations your nakedness, and the kingdoms your shame.

• 6 And I will cast abominable filth upon you, make you vile, and will make you become a spectacle.

• 7 It shall come to pass that all those who look upon you will flee from you, and say, ‘Nineveh is laid waste. Who shall bemoan her?’ Where shall I seek comforters for you?”

• 8 Are you better than populous No, that was situated among the rivers, that had the waters around it, whose rampart was the sea, and her wall was from the sea?

• 9 Ethiopia and Egypt were her strength, and it was infinite; Put and Lubim were your helpers.

• 10 Yet she was carried away, she went into captivity; her young children also were dashed into pieces at the top of every street; they cast lots for her honorable men, and all her great men were bound in chains.

• 11 You also will be drunk; you will be hidden; you also will seek strength because of the enemy.

• 12 All your strongholds will be like fig trees with first ripened figs: if they are shaken, they will fall into the mouth of the eater.

• 13 Behold, your people in your midst are women. The gates of your land will be set wide open for your enemies; fire will devour your bars.

• 14 Draw your water for the siege, fortify your strongholds; go into the clay and tread the mortar, make the brick kiln strong.

• 15 There will the fire will devour you, the sword will cut you off; it will eat you up like a locust. Make yourself many like the cankerworm. Make yourself many like the locusts.

• 16 You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of heaven. The cankerworm plunders and flies away.

• 17 Your crowned are like locusts, and your generals like the great grasshoppers, which camp in the hedges on a cold day, but when the sun rises they flee away, and the place where they are is not known.

• 18 Your shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria; your nobles will rest in the dust.

Your people are scattered on the mountains, and no one gathers them.

• 19 There is no healing of your bruise, your wound is grievous. All who hear the new about you will clap their hands over you, because upon who has not your wickedness passed continually?