Nahum 3:5-19 NRS/NIV - Online Parallel Bible

 
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5 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. 5 "I am against you," declares the LORD Almighty. "I will lift your skirts over your face. I will show the nations your nakedness and the kingdoms your shame.
6 I will throw filth at you and treat you with contempt, and make you a spectacle. 6 I will pelt you with filth, I will treat you with contempt and make you a spectacle.
7 Then all who see you will shrink from you and say, "Nineveh is devastated; who will bemoan her?" Where shall I seek comforters for you? 7 All who see you will flee from you and say, 'Nineveh is in ruins--who will mourn for her?' Where can I find anyone to comfort you?"
8 Are you better than Thebes that sat by the Nile, with water around her, her rampart a sea, water her wall? 8 Are you better than Thebes, situated on the Nile, with water around her? The river was her defense, the waters her wall.
9 Ethiopia was her strength, Egypt too, and that without limit; Put and the Libyans were her helpers. 9 Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength; Put and Libya were among her allies.
10 Yet she became an exile, she went into captivity; even her infants were dashed in pieces at the head of every street; lots were cast for her nobles, all her dignitaries were bound in fetters. 10 Yet she was taken captive and went into exile. Her infants were dashed to pieces at the head of every street. Lots were cast for her nobles, and all her great men were put in chains.
11 You also will be drunken, you will go into hiding; you will seek a refuge from the enemy. 11 You too will become drunk; you will go into hiding and seek 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. 12 All your fortresses are like fig trees with their first ripe fruit; when they are shaken, the figs fall into the mouth of the eater.
13 Look at your troops: they are women in your midst. The gates of your land are wide open to your foes; fire has devoured the bars of your gates. 13 Look at your troops-- they are all women! The gates of your land are wide open to your enemies; fire has consumed their bars.
14 Draw water for the siege, strengthen your forts; trample the clay, tread the mortar, take hold of the brick mold! 14 Draw water for the siege, strengthen your defenses! Work the clay, tread the mortar, repair the brickwork!
15 There the fire will devour you, the sword will cut you off. It will devour you like the locust. Multiply yourselves like the locust, multiply like the grasshopper! 15 There the fire will devour you; the sword will cut you down and, like grasshoppers, consume you. Multiply like grasshoppers, multiply like locusts!
16 You increased your merchants more than the stars of the heavens. The locust sheds its skin and flies away. 16 You have increased the number of your merchants till they are more than the stars of the sky, but like locusts they strip the land and then fly away.
17 Your guards are like grasshoppers, your scribes like swarms of locusts settling on the fences on a cold day— when the sun rises, they fly away; no one knows where they have gone. 17 Your guards are like locusts, your officials like swarms of locusts that settle in the walls on a cold day-- but when the sun appears they fly away, and no one knows where.
18 Your shepherds are asleep, O king of Assyria; your nobles slumber. Your people are scattered on the mountains with no one to gather them. 18 O king of Assyria, your shepherds slumber; your nobles lie down to rest. Your people are scattered on the mountains with no one to gather them.
19 There is no assuaging your hurt, your wound is mortal. All who hear the news about you clap their hands over you. For who has ever escaped your endless cruelty? 19 Nothing can heal your wound; your injury is fatal. Everyone who hears the news about you claps his hands at your fall, for who has not felt your endless cruelty?