Nahum 3

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

1 وَيْلٌ لِمَدِينَةِ ٱلدِّمَاءِ. كُلُّهَا مَلْآنَةٌ كَذِبًا وَخَطْفًا. لَا يَزُولُ ٱلِٱفْتِرَاسُ.

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

2 صَوْتُ ٱلسَّوطِ وَصَوْتُ رَعْشَةِ ٱلْبَكَرِ، وَخَيْلٌ تَخُبُّ وَمَرْكَبَاتٌ تَقْفِزُ،

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

3 وَفُرْسَانٌ تَنْهَضُ، وَلَهِيبُ ٱلسَّيْفِ وَبَرِيقُ ٱلرُّمْحِ، وَكَثْرَةُ جَرْحَى، وَوَفْرَةُ قَتْلَى، وَلَا نِهَايَةَ لِلْجُثَثِ. يَعْثُرُونَ بِجُثَثِهِمْ.

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 مِنْ أَجْلِ زِنَى ٱلزَّانِيَةِ ٱلْحَسَنَةِ ٱلْجَمَالِ صَاحِبَةِ ٱلسِّحْرِ ٱلْبَائِعَةِ أُمَمًا بِزِنَاهَا، وَقَبَائِلَ بِسِحْرِهَا.

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 «هَأَنَذَا عَلَيْكِ، يَقُولُ رَبُّ ٱلْجُنُودِ، فَأَكْشِفُ أَذْيَالَكِ إِلَى فَوْقِ وَجْهِكِ، وَأُرِي ٱلْأُمَمَ عَوْرَتَكِ وَٱلْمَمَالِكَ خِزْيَكِ.

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

6 وَأَطْرَحُ عَلَيْكِ أَوْسَاخًا، وَأُهِينُكِ 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 وَيَكُونُ كُلُّ مَنْ يَرَاكِ يَهْرُبُ مِنْكِ وَيَقُولُ: خَرِبَتْ نِينَوَى، مَنْ يَرْثِي لَهَا؟ مِنْ أَيْنَ أَطْلُبُ لَكِ 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 نُوَ أَمُونَ ٱلْجَالِسَةِ بَيْنَ ٱلْأَنْهَارِ، حَوْلَهَا ٱلْمِيَاهُ ٱلَّتِي هِيَ حِصْنُ ٱلْبَحْرِ، وَمِنَ ٱلْبَحْرِ سُورُهَا؟

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

9 كُوشٌ قُوَّتُهَا مَعَ مِصْرَ وَلَيْسَتْ نِهَايَةٌ. فُوطٌ وَلُوبِيمُ كَانُوا مَعُونَتَكِ.

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 هِيَ أَيْضًا قَدْ مَضَتْ إِلَى ٱلْمَنْفَى بِٱلسَّبْيِ، وَأَطْفَالُهَا حُطِّمَتْ فِي رَأْسِ جَمِيعِ ٱلْأَزِقَّةِ، وَعَلَى أَشْرَافِهَا أَلْقَوْا قُرْعَةً، وَجَمِيعُ عُظَمَائِهَا تَقَيَّدُوا بِٱلْقُيُودِ.

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

11 أَنْتِ أَيْضًا تَسْكَرِينَ. تَكُونِينَ خَافِيَةً. أَنْتِ أَيْضًا تَطْلُبِينَ حِصْنًا بِسَبَبِ ٱلْعَدُوِّ.

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

12 جَمِيعُ قِلَاعِكِ أَشْجَارُ تِينٍ بِٱلْبَوَاكِيرِ، إِذَا ٱنْهَزَّتْ تَسْقُطُ فِي فَمِ ٱلْآكِلِ.

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 هُوَذَا شَعْبُكِ نِسَاءٌ فِي وَسَطِكِ! تَنْفَتِحُ لِأَعْدَائِكِ أَبْوَابُ أَرْضِكِ. تَأْكُلُ ٱلنَّارُ مَغَالِيقَكِ.

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

14 اِسْتَقِي لِنَفْسِكِ مَاءً لِلْحِصَارِ. أَصْلِحِي قِلَاعَكِ. ٱدْخُلِي فِي ٱلطِّينِ وَدُوسِي فِي ٱلْمِلَاطِ. أَصْلِحِي ٱلْمِلْبَنَ.

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 تَأْكُلُكِ نَارٌ، يَقْطَعُكِ سَيْفٌ، يَأْكُلُكِ كَٱلْغَوْغَاءِ، تَكَاثَرِي كَٱلْغَوْغَاءِ. تَعَاظَمِي كَٱلْجَرَادِ!

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

16 أَكْثَرْتِ تُجَّارَكِ أَكْثَرَ مِنْ نُجُومِ ٱلسَّمَاءِ. ٱلْغَوْغَاءُ جَنَّحَتْ وَطَارَتْ.

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 رُؤَسَاؤُكِ كَٱلْجَرَادِ، وَوُلَاتُكِ كَحَرْجَلَةِ ٱلْجَرَادِ ٱلْحَالَّةِ عَلَى ٱلْجُدْرَانِ فِي يَوْمِ ٱلْبَرْدِ. تُشْرِقُ ٱلشَّمْسُ فَتَطِيرُ وَلَا يُعْرَفُ مَكَانُهَا أَيْنَ هُوَ.

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 نَعِسَتْ رُعَاتُكَ يَا مَلِكَ أَشُّورَ. ٱضْطَجَعَتْ عُظَمَاؤُكَ. تَشَتَّتَ شَعْبُكَ عَلَى ٱلْجِبَالِ وَلَا مَنْ يَجْمَعُ.

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 لَيْسَ جَبْرٌ لِٱنْكِسَارِكَ. جُرْحُكَ عَدِيمُ ٱلشِّفَاءِ. كُلُّ ٱلَّذِينَ يَسْمَعُونَ خَبَرَكَ يُصَفِّقُونَ بِأَيْدِيهِمْ عَلَيْكَ، لِأَنَّهُ عَلَى مَنْ لَمْ يَمُرَّ شَرُّكَ عَلَى ٱلدَّوَامِ؟