11 Burden of Nineveh. The Book of the Vision of Nahum the Elkoshite.
2 A God zealous and avenging 'is' Jehovah, An avenger 'is' Jehovah, and possessing fury. An avenger 'is' Jehovah on His adversaries, And He is watching for His enemies. 3 Jehovah 'is' slow to anger, and great in power, And Jehovah doth not entirely acquit, In a hurricane and in a tempest 'is' His way, And a cloud 'is' the dust of His feet. 4 He is pushing against a sea, and drieth it up, Yea, all the floods He hath made dry, Languishing 'are' Bashan and Carmel, Yea, the flower of Lebanon 'is' languishing. 5 Mountains have shaken because of Him, And the hills have been melted; And lifted up 'is' the earth at His presence, And the world and all dwelling in it. 6 Before His indignation who doth stand? And who riseth up in the heat of His anger? His fury hath been poured out like fire, And the rocks have been broken by Him. 7 Good 'is' Jehovah for a strong place in a day of distress. And He knoweth those trusting in Him. 8 And with a flood passing over, An end He maketh of its place, And His enemies doth darkness pursue.
9 What do we devise against Jehovah? An end He is making, arise not twice doth distress. 10 For while princes 'are' perplexed, And with their drink are drunken, They have been consumed as stubble fully dried. 11 From thee hath come forth a deviser of evil Against Jehovah—a worthless counsellor. 12 Thus said Jehovah: Though complete, and thus many, Yet thus they have been cut off, And he hath passed away. And I afflicted thee, I afflict thee no more. 13 And now I break his rod from off thee, And thy bands I do draw away. 14 And commanded concerning thee hath Jehovah, 'No more of thy name doth spread abroad, From the house of thy gods I cut off graven and molten image, I appoint thy grave, for thou hast been vile.
15 Lo, on the mountains the feet of one proclaiming tidings, sounding peace! Celebrate, O Judah, thy festivals, complete thy vows, For add no more to pass over into thee doth the worthless, He hath been completely cut off!
21 Come up hath a scatterer to thy face, Keep the bulwark, watch the way, Strengthen the loins, strengthen power mightily. 2 For turned back hath Jehovah to the excellency of Jacob, As 'to' the excellency of Israel, For emptied them out have emptiers, And their branches they have marred. 3 The shield of his mighty ones is become red, Men of might 'are in' scarlet, With fiery torches 'is' the chariot in a day of his preparation, And the firs have been caused to tremble. 4 In out-places shine do the chariots, They go to and fro in broad places, Their appearances 'are' like torches, As lightnings they run. 5 He doth remember his honourable ones, They stumble in their goings, They hasten 'to' its wall, and prepared is the covering. 6 Gates of the rivers have been opened, And the palace is dissolved. 7 And it is established—she hath removed, She hath been brought up, And her handmaids are leading as the voice of doves, Tabering on their hearts. 8 And Nineveh 'is' as a pool of waters, From of old it 'is'—and they are fleeing! 'Stand ye, stand;' and none is turning! 9 Seize ye silver, seize ye gold, And there is no end to the prepared things, 'To' the abundance of all desirable vessels. 10 She is empty, yea, emptiness and waste, And the heart hath melted, And the knees have smitten together, And great pain 'is' in all loins, And the faces of all of them have gathered paleness.
11 Where 'is' the habitation of lionesses? And a feeding-place it 'is' for young lions Where walked hath a lion, an old lion, A lion's whelp, and there is none troubling. 12 The lion is tearing parts 'for' his whelps, And is strangling for his lionesses, And he doth fill 'with' prey his holes, And his habitations 'with' rapine.
13 Lo, I 'am' against thee, An affirmation of Jehovah of Hosts, And I have burned in smoke its chariot, And thy young lions consume doth a sword, And I have cut off from the land thy prey, And not heard any more is the voice of thy messengers!
31 Wo 'to' the city of blood, She is all with lies—burglary—full, Prey doth not depart. 2 The sound of a whip, And the sound of the rattling of a wheel, And of a prancing horse, and of a bounding chariot, Of a horseman mounting. 3 And the flame of a sword, and the lightning of a spear, And the abundance of the wounded, And the weight of carcases, Yea, there is no end to the bodies, They stumble over their bodies. 4 Because of the abundance of the fornications of an harlot, The goodness of the grace of the lady of witchcrafts, Who is selling nations by her fornications, And families by her witchcrafts. 5 Lo, I 'am' against thee, An affirmation of Jehovah of Hosts, And have removed thy skirts before thy face, And have shewed nations thy nakedness, And kingdoms thy shame, 6 And I have cast upon thee abominations, And dishonoured thee, and made thee as a sight. 7 And it hath come to pass, Each of thy beholders fleeth from thee, And hath said: 'Spoiled is Nineveh, Who doth bemoan for her?' Whence do I seek comforters for thee?
8 Art thou better than No-Ammon, That is dwelling among brooks? Waters she hath round about her, Whose bulwark 'is' the sea, waters her wall. 9 Cush her might, and Egypt, and there is no end. Put and Lubim have been for thy help. 10 Even she doth become an exile, She hath gone into captivity, Even her sucklings are dashed to pieces At the top of all out-places, And for her honoured ones they cast a lot, And all her great ones have been bound in fetters. 11 Even thou art drunken, thou art hidden, Even thou dost seek a strong place, because of an enemy. 12 All thy fortresses 'are' fig-trees with first-fruits, If they are shaken, They have fallen into the mouth of the eater. 13 Lo, thy people 'are' women in thy midst, To thine enemies thoroughly opened Have been the gates of thy land, Consumed hath fire thy bars. 14 Waters of a siege draw for thyself, Strengthen thy fortresses, Enter into mire, and tread on clay, Make strong a brick-kiln. 15 There consume thee doth a fire, Cut thee off doth a sword, It doth consume thee as a cankerworm! Make thyself heavy as the cankerworm, Make thyself heavy as the locust. 16 Multiply thy merchants above the stars of the heavens, The cankerworm hath stripped off, and doth flee away. 17 Thy crowned ones 'are' as a locust, And thy princes as great grasshoppers, That encamp in hedges in a day of cold, The sun hath risen, and it doth flee away, And not known is its place where they are. 18 Slumbered have thy friends, king of Asshur, Rest do thine honourable ones, Scattered have been thy people on the mountains, And there is none gathering. 19 There is no weakening of thy destruction, Grievous 'is' thy smiting, All hearing thy fame have clapped the hand at thee, For over whom did not thy wickedness pass continually?
141 And I saw, and lo, a Lamb having stood upon the mount Sion, and with him an hundred forty-four thousands, having the name of his Father written upon their foreheads; 2 and I heard a voice out of the heaven, as a voice of many waters, and as a voice of great thunder, and a voice I heard of harpers harping with their harps, 3 and they sing, as it were, a new song before the throne, and before the four living creatures, and the elders, and no one was able to learn the song except the hundred forty-four thousands, who have been bought from the earth; 4 these are they who with women were not defiled, for they are virgin; these are they who are following the Lamb whithersoever he may go; these were bought from among men—a first-fruit to God and to the Lamb— 5 and in their mouth there was not found guile, for unblemished are they before the throne of God.
6 And I saw another messenger flying in mid-heaven, having good news age-during to proclaim to those dwelling upon the earth, and to every nation, and tribe, and tongue, and people, 7 saying in a great voice, 'Fear ye God, and give to Him glory, because come did the hour of His judgment, and bow ye before Him who did make the heaven, and the land, and sea, and fountains of waters.' 8 And another messenger did follow, saying, 'Fall, fall, did Babylon, the great city, because of the wine of the wrath of her whoredom she hath given to all nations to drink.' 9 And a third messenger did follow them, saying in a great voice, 'If any one the beast doth bow before, and his image, and doth receive a mark upon his forehead, or upon his hand, 10 he also shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, that hath been mingled unmixed in the cup of His anger, and he shall be tormented in fire and brimstone before the holy messengers, and before the Lamb, 11 and the smoke of their torment doth go up to ages of ages; and they have no rest day and night, who are bowing before the beast and his image, also if any doth receive the mark of his name. 12 Here is endurance of the saints: here 'are' those keeping the commands of God, and the faith of Jesus.'
13 And I heard a voice out of the heaven saying to me, 'Write: Happy are the dead who in the Lord are dying from this time!' 'Yes, (saith the Spirit,) That they may rest from their labours—and their works do follow them!'
14 And I saw, and lo, a white cloud, and upon the cloud 'one' sitting like to a son of man, having upon his head a golden crown, and in his hand a sharp sickle; 15 and another messenger did come forth out of the sanctuary crying in a great voice to him who is sitting upon the cloud, 'Send forth thy sickle and reap, because come to thee hath the hour of reaping, because ripe hath been the harvest of the earth;' 16 and he who is sitting upon the cloud did put forth his sickle upon the earth, and the earth was reaped. 17 And another messenger did come forth out of the sanctuary that 'is' in the heaven, having—he also—a sharp sickle, 18 and another messenger did come forth out from the altar, having authority over the fire, and he called with a great cry to him having the sharp sickle, saying, 'Send forth thy sharp sickle, and gather the clusters of the vine of the earth, because come to perfection have her grapes;' 19 and the messenger did put forth his sickle to the earth, and did gather the vine of the earth, and did cast 'it' to the great wine-press of the wrath of God; 20 and trodden was the wine-press outside of the city, and blood did come forth out of the wine-press—unto the bridles of the horses, a thousand, six hundred furlongs.
