Lee la Biblia en Inglés - Nahúm

Naem Naem one one an oracle concerning Nineveh, the book

of the Vision of Naem of Elkosh.

The Lord is a jealous and avenging god. The Lord

is avenging and wrathful. The Lord takes vengeance on his

adversaries and keeps wrath for his enemies. The Lord is

slow to anger and great in power. 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. He rebukes the sea and makes it dry.

He dries up all the rivers, Bati and calmel wither.

The bloom of Lebanon withers, The mountains quake before him,

the hills melts, the earth. Heaves before him the world

and all who dwell in it. 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 into pieces by him. The Lord is good,

a stronghold in the day of trouble him. He knows

those who take refuge in him. But with an overflowing

flood he will make a complete end of the adversaries,

and will pursue his enemies into darkness. What do you

plot against the Lord? He will make a complete end.

Trouble will not rise up a second time. For they

are like entangled thorns, like drunkards. As they drink, they

are consumed like stubble, fully dried. From you came one

who plotted evil against the Lord, a worthless counselor. Thus

says the Lord.

Though they are at full strength and many, they will

be cut down and passed away. Though I have afflicted you,

I will afflict you no more. And now I will

break his yoke from off you, and will burst your

bonds apart.

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 carved image and the mental image.

I will make your grave, for you are vile. Behold

upon the mountains the feet of him who brings good news,

who publishes peace. Keep your feasts, O Judah, fulfill your vows,

for never again shall the worthless pass through you. He

is utterly cut off.

Nahem two.

The scatterer has come up against you. Man the ramparts,

watch the road, dress for battle. Collect all your strength,

for the Lord is restoring the majesty of Jacob as

the majesty of Israel, for plunderers have plundered them and

ruined their branches. The shield of his mighty men is red.

His soldiers are clothed in scarlet. The chariots come with

flashing metal on the day he musters them. The cypress

spears are brandished. The chariots race madly through the streets.

They rush to and rode through the squares. They gleam

like torches. They dart like lightning. He remembers hiss. They

stumble as they go. They hasten to the wall. The

siege tower is set up, the river gates are opened.

The palace melts away. Its mistress is stripped. She is

carried off.

Her slave girl's lamenting, moaning like doves and beating their breasts.

Nineveh is like a pool whose waters run away. Halt, halt,

they cry, but none turns back. Plunder the silver, plunder

the gold. There is no end of the treasure or

of the wealth of all precious things. Desolate, desolation and ruin.

The hearts melt and needs tremble.

Anguish is in all loins, All faces grow pale. Where

is the Lion's death the feeding place of the young lions,

where the lion and lioness went where his cubs were,

with none to disturb.

The lion tore enough for his cubs and strangled pray

for his lionesses. He filled his caves with prey and

his dens with torn flesh.

Behold, I am against you, declares the Lord of Hosts.

And I will burn your chariots and 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 longer be heard.

Naem three.

Whoe to the bloody city, all full of lies and plunder,

no end to the prey. The crack of the whip

and rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot,

horsemen charging flashing sword and glittering spear, hosts.

Of slain, heaps of corpses, dead bodies, without end. They

stumble over the bodies, and all for the countless hoarrings

of the prostitute, graceful and of deadly charms, who betrays

nations with her hoarrings and people's with her charms.

Behold, I am against you, declares the Lord of Hosts,

And will lift up your skirts over your face, and

I will make nations look at your nakedness, and kingdoms

at your shame. I will throw filth at you and

treat you with contempt, and make you a spectacle, and

all who look at you will shrink from you and

say waste. It is Nineveh who will grieve for her.

Where shall I seek comforters?

For you?

Are you better than thieves?

That sat by the nile, with water around her, her

rampart a sea and water her wall. Kushe was her strength.

Egypt too, and that without limit Poot and the Libyans

were her helpers.

Yet she became an exile. She went into captivity. Her

infants 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.

You also will be drunken. You will go into hiding.

You will seek a refuge from the enemy. All your

fortresses are like fig trees with first ripe figs. If shaken,

they fall into the mouth of the eater. Behold, your

troops are women in your midst. The gates of your

land are wide open to your enemies. Fire has devoured

your bars. Draw water for the siege. Strengthen your forts.

Go into the clay, tread the mortar, take hold of

the brick mold. 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.

You increased your merchants more than the stars of the heavens.

The locust spreads its wings and flies away. 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.

Your shepherds are asleep, o King of Assyria. Your nobles slumber.

Your people are scattered on the mountains, with none to

gather them. There is no easing your hurt. Your wound

is grievous. All who hear the news about you clap

their hands over you. For upon whom has not come

your unceasing evil