Nahum 3:8-19

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?