Ветхий Завет - Книга пророка Наума, 3 глава - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

1 Woe to the city of blood! it is all full of deception and murder; The robbery does not stop there.

2 You can hear the flapping of a whip and the sound of spinning wheels, the neighing of a horse and the roar of a galloping chariot.

3 The cavalry rushes, the sword flashes and the spears shine; there are many killed and piles of corpses: there is no end to the corpses, they stumble over their corpses.

4 This is for the many fornications of a harlot of good appearance, skilled in sorcery, who with her fornications sells nations, and with her enchantments nations.

5 Behold, I am upon you! says the Lord of hosts. And I will lift up the hem of your garment from your face, and will show your nakedness to the nations and your shame to the kingdoms.

6 And I will pelt you with abominations, make you despised, and put you to shame.

7 And it will happen that everyone who sees you will run from you and say: “Nineveh is devastated!” Who will regret her? where will I find comforters for you?

8 Are you better than No-Amon, which is between the rivers, surrounded by water, whose wall was the sea, and the sea served as its wall?

9 Ethiopia and Egypt with countless others served as reinforcements for him; The Copts and Libyans came to your aid.

10 But he too was carried away and went into captivity; even his infants were broken at the crossroads of all the streets, and lots were cast for his nobles, and all his nobles were bound in chains.

11 So you too will become drunk and hide; so you too will seek protection from the enemy.

12 All your fortifications are like a fig tree with ripe fruit: if you shake them, they fall straight into the mouth of someone who wants to eat.

13 Behold, your people are like your women: the gates of your land will be opened wide to your enemies, fire will devour your bars.

14 Draw water for the siege; strengthen your fortresses; go into the mud, trample the clay, fix the brick kiln.

15 There the fire will devour you, the sword will cut you off, and eat you like a caterpillar, even though you multiply like a caterpillar, and multiply like locusts.

16 You have more merchants than there are stars in the sky; but these locusts will scatter and fly away.

17 Your princes are like locusts, and your captains like swarms of midges, which nest in the cracks of the walls during the cold, and when the sun rises, they fly away, and you do not recognize the place where they were.

18 Your shepherds sleep, O king of Assyria, your nobles rest; Your people are scattered across the mountains, and there is no one to gather them.

19 There is no cure for your wound, your sore is painful. Everyone who heard the news about you will applaud you, for to whom has your malice not incessantly extended?