Nahum 3

1 Woe to the city of blood, full of lies, full of plunder, never without prey.

1 وَيْلٌ لِلْمَدِينَةِ السَّافِكَةِ الدِّمَاءِ الْمُمْتَلِئَةِ كَذِباً، الْمُكْتَظَّةِ بِالْغَنَائِمِ الْمَنْهُوبَةِ، الَّتِي لَا تَخْلُو أَبَداً مِنَ الضَّحَايَا.

2 The crack of the whip, the rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!

2 هَا فَرْقَعَةُ السِّيَاطِ وَقَعْقَعَةُ الْعَجَلاتِ وَجَلَبَةُ حَوَافِرِ الْخُيُولِ وَصَلْصَلَةُ الْمَرْكَبَاتِ.

3 Charging horseman, flashing sword, shining spear; heaps of slain, mounds of corpses, dead bodies without end—they stumble over their dead—

3 وَفُرْسَانٌ وَاثِبَةٌ، وَسُيُوفٌ لامِعَةٌ وَرِمَاحٌ بَارِقَةٌ وَكَثْرَةُ قَتْلَى وَأَكْوَامُ جُثَثٍ لا نِهَايَةَ لَهَا، بِها يَتَعَثَّرُونَ.

4 because of the many harlotries of the harlot, the seductive mistress of sorcery, who betrays nations by her prostitution and clans by her witchcraft.

4 كُلُّ هَذَا مِنْ أَجْلِ كَثْرَةِ زِنَى نِينَوَى الفَاتِنَةِ الآسِرَةِ وَمِنْ أَجْلِ سِحْرِهَا الْقَاتِلِ. لَقَدِ اسْتَعْبَدَتِ الشُّعُوبَ بِعَهَرِهَا وَالأُمَمَ بِشَعْوَذَتِهَا.

5 “Behold, I am against you,” declares the LORD of Hosts. “I will lift your skirts over your face. I will show your nakedness to the nations and your shame to the kingdoms.

5 هَا أَنَا أُقَاوِمُكِ، يَقُولُ الرَّبُّ الْقَدِيرُ، فَأَكْشِفُ عَارَكِ لأُطْلِعَ الأُمَمَ عَلَى عَوْرَتِكِ وَالْمَمَالِكَ عَلَى خِزْيِكِ.

6 I will pelt you with filth and treat you with contempt; I will make a spectacle of you.

6 وَأُلَوِّثُكِ بِالأَوْسَاخِ وَأُحَقِّرُكِ وَأَجْعَلُكِ عِبْرَةً.

7 Then all who see you will recoil from you and say, ‘Nineveh is devastated; who will grieve for her?’ Where can I find comforters for you?”

7 وَكُلُّ مَنْ يَرَاكِ يَعْرِضُ عَنْكِ قَائِلاً: «قَدْ خَرِبَتْ نِينَوَى فَمَنْ يَنُوحُ عَلَيْهَا؟ أَيْنَ أَجِدُ لَهَا مُعَزِّينَ؟»

8 Are you better than Thebes, stationed by the Nile with water around her, whose rampart was the sea, whose wall was the water?

8 هَلْ أَنْتِ أَفْضَلُ مِنْ طِيبَةَ الْجَاثِمَةِ إِلَى جِوَارِ النِّيلِ الْمُحَاطَةِ بِالْمِيَاهِ، الْمُتَمَنِّعَةِ بِالْبَحْرِ وَبِأَسْوَارٍ مِنَ الْمِيَاهِ؟

9 Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength; Put and Libya were her allies.

9 كُوشُ وَمِصْرُ كَانَتَا قُوَّتَهَا اللّامُتَنَاهِيَةَ، وَفُوطُ وَلِيبِيَا مِنْ حُلَفَائِهَا.

10 Yet she became an exile; she went into captivity. Her infants were dashed to pieces at the head of every street. They cast lots for her dignitaries, and all her nobles were bound in chains.

10 وَمَعَ ذَلِكَ فَقَدْ وَقَعَتْ أَسِيرَةً وَاقْتِيدَتْ إِلَى السَّبْيِ، وَتَمَزَّقَ أَطْفَالُهَا أَشْلاءَ فِي زَاوِيَةِ كُلِّ شَارِعٍ، وَاقْتُرِعَ عَلَى عُظَمَائِهَا، وَصُفِّدَ نُبَلاؤُهَا بِالأَغْلالِ.

11 You too will become drunk; you will go into hiding and seek refuge from the enemy.

11 وَأَنْتِ أَيْضاً تَسْكَرِينَ وَتَتَرَنَّحِينَ، وَتَلْتَمِسِينَ مَلْجَأً مِنَ الأَعْدَاءِ.

12 All your fortresses are fig trees with the first ripe figs; when shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater!

12 وَتَتَسَاقَطُ جَمِيعُ حُصُونِكِ كَتَسَاقُطِ بَوَاكِيرِ أَثْمَارِ أَشْجَارِ التِّينِ النَّاضِجَةِ فِي أَفْوَاهِ مَنْ يَهُزُّونَهَا.

13 Look at your troops—they are like your women! The gates of your land are wide open to your enemies; fire consumes their bars.

13 انْظُرِي إِلَى جُنُودِكِ مُرْتَعِبِينَ كَالنِّسَاءِ فِي وَسَطِكِ. صَارَتْ أَبْوَابُ أَرْضِكِ مَفْتُوحَةً أَمَامَ أَعْدَائِكِ. وَشَرَعَتِ النِّيرَانُ تَلْتَهِمُ مَزَالِيجَكِ.

14 Draw your water for the siege; strengthen your fortresses. Work the clay and tread the mortar; repair the brick kiln!

14 خَزِّنِي مَاءً تَأَهُّباً لِلْحِصَارِ، حَصِّنِي قِلاعَكِ. دُوسِي أَكْوَامَ الطِّينِ لِتُجَهِّزِي الطُّوبَ؛ أَصْلِحِي قَوَالِبَ الطِّينِ.

15 There the fire will devour you; the sword will cut you down and consume you like a young locust. Make yourself many like the young locust; make yourself many like the swarming locust!

15 هُنَاكَ تَلْتَهِمُكِ النَّارُ، وَيَسْتَأْصِلُكِ السَّيْفُ، فَيُبِيدُكِ الأَعْدَاءُ كَالْجَرَادِ. تَكَاثَرِي كَالْجَرَادِ وَكَالْجَنَادِبِ.

16 You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of the sky. The young locust strips the land and flies away.

16 قَدْ أَضْحَى تُجَّارُكِ أَكْثَرَ مِنْ كَوَاكِبِ السَّمَاءِ، وَلَكِنَّهُمْ تَبَدَّدُوا كَجَرَادٍ فَرَدَ أَجْنِحَتَهُ وَطَارَ.

17 Your guards are like the swarming locust, and your scribes like clouds of locusts that settle on the walls on a cold day. When the sun rises, they fly away, and no one knows where.

17 أَصْبَحَ رُؤَسَاؤُكِ كَالْجَنَادِبِ، وَقَادَتُكِ كَأَسْرَابِ الْجَرَادِ الْمُتَكَوِّمَةِ عَلَى سِيَاجٍ فِي يَوْمٍ بَارِدٍ. مَا إِنْ تُشْرِقُ الشَّمْسُ حَتَّى تَطِيرَ بَعِيداً إِلَى حَيْثُ لَا يَعْلَمُ أَحَدٌ.

18 O king of Assyria, your shepherds slumber; your officers sleep. Your people are scattered on the mountains with no one to gather them.

18 قَدْ نَامَ رُعَاتُكَ يَا مَلِكَ أَشُّورَ، وَغَرِقَ عُظَمَاؤُكَ فِي سُبَاتٍ عَمِيقٍ، تَشَتَّتَ شَعْبُكَ عَلَى الْجِبَالِ وَلا يُوْجَدُ مَنْ يَجْمَعُهُمْ.

19 There is no healing for your injury; your wound is severe. All who hear the news of you applaud your downfall, for who has not experienced your constant cruelty?

19 لَا جَبْرَ لِكَسْرِكَ، وَجُرْحُكَ مُمِيتٌ. وَكُلُّ مَنْ يَسْمَعُ بِمَا جَرَى لَكَ يُصَفِّقُ ابْتِهَاجاً لِمَا أَصَابَكَ، فَمَنْ لَمْ يُعَانِ مِنْ شَرِّكَ الْمُتْمَادِي؟