Woe to Nineveh
NAHUM 3 [†] Woe to p the bloody city,
all full of lies and plunder—
q no end to the prey!
2[†] The crack of the whip, and r rumble of the wheel,
s galloping horse and t bounding chariot!
3 Horsemen charging,
flashing sword and u glittering spear,
v hosts of slain,
heaps of corpses,
dead bodies without end—
they stumble over the bodies!
4[^][†] And all for the countless whorings of the w prostitute,
x graceful and of deadly charms,
who betrays nations with her whorings,
and peoples with her charms.
5[†] m Behold, I am against you,
declares the LORD of hosts,
and y will lift up your skirts over your face;
and I will make nations look at z your nakedness
and kingdoms at your shame.
6 I will throw filth at you
and a treat you with contempt
and make you b a spectacle.
7[†] And all who look at you c will shrink from you and say,
“Wasted is d Nineveh; e who will grieve for her?”
f Where shall I seek comforters for you?
8[†] g Are you better than h Thebes [1]
that sat i by the Nile,
with water around her,
her rampart a sea,
and water her wall?
Egypt too, and that without limit;
k Put and the l Libyans were her [2] helpers.
10[†] m Yet she became an exile;
she went into captivity;
n her infants were dashed in pieces
at the head of every street;
for her honored men o lots were cast,
p and all her great men were bound in chains.
11[†] q You also will be drunken;
you will go into hiding;
r you will seek a refuge from the enemy.
12[†] All your fortresses are s like fig trees
with first-ripe figs—
if shaken they fall
into the mouth of the eater.
13 Behold, your troops
t are women in your midst.
The gates of your land
are wide open to your enemies;
fire has devoured your bars.
14[†] u Draw water for the siege;
r 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 v devour you w like the locust.
Multiply yourselves w like the locust;
multiply w like the grasshopper!
16[†] You increased x your merchants
more than the stars of the heavens.
w The locust spreads its wings and flies away.
17[†] Your z princes are w like grasshoppers,
a your scribes [3] 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 b are asleep,
O king of Assyria;
c your nobles slumber.
Your people d are scattered on the mountains
with none to gather them.
19 There is no easing your hurt;
e your wound is grievous.
All who hear the news about you
f clap their hands over you.
For g upon whom has not come
your unceasing evil?