Nahum 1-3

Revised Standard Version

His way is in whirlwind and storm,
    and the clouds are the dust of his feet.
⁴ He rebukes the sea and makes it dry,
    he dries up all the rivers;
Bashan and Carmel wither,
    the bloom of Lebanon fades.
⁵ The mountains quake before him,
    the hills melt;
the earth is laid waste before him,
    the world and all that dwell therein.

⁶ 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 asunder by him.
⁷ The Lord is good,
    a stronghold in the day of trouble;
    he knows those who take refuge in him.
⁸ But with an overflowing flood
    he will make a full end of his adversaries,^[a]
    and will pursue his enemies into darkness.
⁹ What do you plot against the Lord?
    He will make a full end;
    he will not take vengeance^[b] twice on his foes.^[c]
10 Like entangled thorns they are consumed,^[d]
    like dry stubble.
¹¹ Did one not^[e] come out from you,
    who plotted evil against the Lord,
    and counseled villainy?

¹⁴ 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 graven image and the molten image.
I will make your grave, for you are vile.”

^15 [g] Behold, on the mountains the feet of him
    who brings good tidings,
    who proclaims peace!
Keep your feasts, O Judah,
    fulfil your vows,
for never again shall the wicked come against you,
    he is utterly cut off.

² (For the Lord is restoring the majesty of Jacob
    as the majesty of Israel,
for plunderers have stripped them
    and ruined their branches.)

³ The shield of his mighty men is red,
    his soldiers are clothed in scarlet.
The chariots flash like flame^[h]
    when mustered in array;
    the chargers^[i] prance.
⁴ The chariots rage in the streets,
    they rush to and fro through the squares;
they gleam like torches,
    they dart like lightning.
⁵ The officers are summoned,
    they stumble as they go,
they hasten to the wall,
    the mantelet is set up.
⁶ The river gates are opened,
    the palace is in dismay;
⁷ its mistress^[j] is stripped, she is carried off,
    her maidens lamenting,
moaning like doves,
    and beating their breasts.
⁸ Nin′eveh is like a pool
    whose waters^[k] run away.
“Halt! Halt!” they cry;
    but none turns back.
⁹ Plunder the silver,
    plunder the gold!
There is no end of treasure,
    or wealth of every precious thing.

¹⁰ Desolate! Desolation and ruin!
    Hearts faint and knees tremble,
anguish is on all loins,
    all faces grow pale!
¹¹ Where is the lions’ den,
    the cave^[l] of the young lions,
where the lion brought his prey,
    where his cubs were, with none to disturb?
¹² The lion tore enough for his whelps
    and strangled prey for his lionesses;
he filled his caves with prey
    and his dens with torn flesh.

⁵ Behold, I am against you,
    says the Lord of hosts,
    and will lift up your skirts over your face;
and I will let nations look on your nakedness
    and kingdoms on your shame.
⁶ I will throw filth at you
    and treat you with contempt,
    and make you a gazingstock.
⁷ And all who look on you will shrink from you and say,
Wasted is Nin′eveh; who will bemoan her?
    whence shall I seek comforters for her?^[n]

⁸ Are you better than Thebes^[o]
    that sat by the Nile,
with water around her,
    her rampart a sea,
    and water her wall?
⁹ Ethiopia was her strength,
    Egypt too, and that without limit;
    Put and the Libyans were her^[p] helpers.

¹⁰ Yet she was carried away,
    she went into captivity;
her little ones 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.
¹¹ You also will be drunken,
    you will be dazed;
you will seek
    a refuge from the enemy.
¹² All your fortresses are like fig trees
    with first-ripe figs—
if shaken they fall
    into the mouth of the eater.
¹³ Behold, your troops
    are women in your midst.
The gates of your land
    are wide open to your foes;
    fire has devoured your bars.

¹⁴ Draw water for the siege,
    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 devour you like the locust.

Multiply yourselves like the locust,
    multiply like the grasshopper!
¹⁶ You increased your merchants
    more than the stars of the heavens.
    The locust spreads its wings and flies away.
¹⁷ Your princes are like grasshoppers,
    your scribes^[q] 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 are asleep,
    O king of Assyria;
    your nobles slumber.
Your people are scattered on the mountains
    with none to gather them.
¹⁹ There is no assuaging your hurt,
    your wound is grievous.
All who hear the news of you
    clap their hands over you.
For upon whom has not come
    your unceasing evil?