|那鴻書-Nahum 第 3 章|
Woe to the bloody city! She is all full of lies and pillage; The prey does not depart.
The sound of the whip, And the sound of the rattling wheel; And the horse galloping, And the chariot jolting by,
The horseman making the horse to rear up, And the sword flashing, And the spear glittering; And a multitude of the slain, And a mass of corpses, And no end to the bodies-They stumble among their bodies.
This because of the multitude of harlotries Of the well-favored harlot, The mistress of sorceries, Who sells nations by her harlotries And families by her sorceries.
Indeed I am against you, declares Jehovah of hosts; And I will throw open your skirts upon your face, And I will show the nations your nakedness, And the kingdoms your shame.
And I will cast abominable filth upon you And make you appear foolish and make you like a spectacle.
And everyone who sees you Will flee from you and say, Nineveh is laid waste. Who will lament for her? Where will I seek Some to comfort you?
Are you better than No-amon, Who sat beside the canals With waters all around her, Whose bulwark was the sea And water was her wall?
Cush was her strength, As well as Egypt, and it was without end; Put and the Libyans Were among her helpers.
She too was carried away; She went into captivity; Her little ones too were dashed to pieces At the head of every street, And for her nobles They cast lots, And all her great men Were bound in chains.
You too will be drunken; You will be hidden. You too will seek A stronghold from the enemy.
All your fortresses will be like fig trees With first ripe figs: If they are shaken, they will fall Into the mouth of the eater.
Indeed your people are like women In the midst of you; Unto your enemies the gates of your land Are wide open; Fire devours your bars.
Draw for yourself water for the siege! Strengthen your fortresses! Go into the clay, And tread in the mortar! Make the brick kiln ready!
There will the fire devour you; The sword will cut you off; It will devour you like the locust. Enlarge yourself like the locust; Enlarge yourself like the locust swarm.
You have multiplied your merchants Like the stars of heaven; The locust strips everything and flies away.
Your princes are like the locust swarm, And your officials are like hordes of locusts, Which camp in the hedges On a cold day, But when the sun arises, they flee away, And the place where they are is unknown.
Your shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria; Your nobles sleep. Your people are scattered upon the mountains, And there is no one to gather them.
There is no alleviating of your injury; Your wound is grievous. All who hear the report of you Clap their hands over you; For upon whom has your wickedness Not passed continually?
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