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1 Scroll 11 The 12 Prophets (Nahum).
The burden of Nineveh.
The Book of the vision of Nahum the Elkoshite,

2 God is jealous, and the LORD avenges; the LORD avenges,
and is furious; the LORD will take vengeance on His adversaries,
and He reserves wrath for His enemies.

3 The LORD is slow to anger, and great in power,
and will not at all acquit the wicked:
the LORD has His way in the whirlwind and in the storm,
and the clouds are the dust of His feet.

4 He rebukes the sea, and makes it dry,
and dries up all the rivers: Bashan languishes,
and Carmel, and the flower of Lebanon languishes.

5 The mountains quake at Him,
and the hills melt, and the Earth lifted at His presence,
even the World, and all that dwell in it.

6 Who can stand before His indignation?
And who can abide in the fierceness of His anger?
His fury is poured out like fire,
and the rocks are thrown down by Him.

7 The LORD is good,
a strong hold in the day of trouble;
and He knows them that trust in Him.

8 But with an over-running flood,
He will make a full end of its place,
and darkness shall pursue His enemies.

9 What do ye imagine against the LORD?
He will make a full end:
affliction shall not rise up the second time.

10 For while they are folded together as thorns,
and while they are drunken as drunkards,
they shall be devoured as stubble fully dry.

11 There is one come out of Thee,
that imagines evil against the LORD,
a worthless counsellor.

12 Thus says the LORD;
Though they are quiet, and likewise many,
yet thus shall they be cut down, when he shall pass through.
Though I have afflicted Thee,
I will afflict Thee no more.

13 For now I will break his yoke from off Thee,
and will burst Thy bonds asunder.

14 The LORD has given a Commandment concerning Thee,
that no more of Thy name be sown:
out of the house of Thy gods,
will I cut off the graven image and the molten image:
I will make Thy grave; for Thou are vile.

15 Behold upon the mountains the feet of Him that preach the Gospel of Peace!
Hear Judah, keep Thy solemn Festivals, perform Thy vows:
for the worthless shall no more pass through Thee; he is utterly cut off.

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1 He who dashes in pieces is come up before Thy face: keep the rampart,
watch the way, make Thy loins strong, fortify Thy power mightily.

2 For the LORD has turned away the excellence of Jacob, as the excellence of Israel:
for the emptiers have emptied them out, and their vine branches are marred.

3 The shield of his mighty men is made red, the valiant men are in scarlet.
the chariots shall be with flaming torches in the day of his preparation,
and the fir-trees shall be terribly shaken.

4 The chariots shall rage in the streets,
they shall jostle one against another in the broad ways:
they shall seem like torches, they shall run like the lightnings.

5 He shall recount his worthies: they shall stumble in their walk;
they shall make haste to its wall, and the defence shall be prepared.

6 The gates of the rivers shall be opened, and the palace shall be dissolved.

7 Huzzab shall be led away captive, she shall be brought up,
and her maids shall lead her as with the voice of doves, thrums upon their hearts.

8 But Nineveh is of old like a pool of water: yet they shall flee away.
Halt, Halt, shall they cry; but none shall look back.

9 Take ye the spoil of silver, take the spoil of gold:
for there is no end of the store and glory out of all the pleasant furniture.

10 She is empty, and void, and waste:
and the heart melts, and the knees smite together,
and much pain is in all loins, and the faces of them all gather blackness.

11 Where is the dwelling of the lions, and the feeding-place of the young lions,
where the lion, even the old lion, walked, and the lion's whelp,
and none made them afraid?

12 The lion tore in pieces enough for his whelps,
and strangled for his lionesses, and filled his holes with prey,
and his dens with torn prey.

13 Behold, I AM against Thee, says the LORD of Sabaoth,
and I will burn her chariots in the smoke,
and the sword shall devour Thy young lions:
and I will cut off Thy prey from the Earth,
and the voice of Thy messengers shall no more be heard.

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1 Woe to the bloody city!
It is all full of lies and robberies;
the prey departs not;

2 the noise of a whip,
and the noise of the rattling of the wheels,
and of the prancing horses,
and of the bounding chariots;

3 the horseman lifts up both the bright sword,
and the glittering spear: and there is a multitude of slain,
and a great number of carcasses;
and there is no end of their bodies; they stumble upon their bodies:

4 because of the multitude of the whoredoms,
of the well-favoured whore, the mistress of sorceries,
that sells nations through her whoredoms,
and families through her sorceries.

5 Behold, I AM against Thee, says the LORD of Sabaoth;
and I will remove Thy skirts upon Thy face,
and I will show the nations Thy nakedness, and the kingdoms Thy shame.

6 I will cast abominable filth upon Thee,
and make Thee vile, and will set Thee as a gazing-stock.

7 And it shall come to pass, that all they that look upon Thee and shall flee from Thee,
and say, Nineveh is laid waste: who will bemoan her;
whence shall I seek comforters for Thee?

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Are Thou better than No-Amon,
that was situated among the rivers,
that had the waters around it, whose rampart was the sea,
and her wall was from the sea?

9 Cush and Egypt were her strength, and it was infinite;
Put and Lubim were Thy helpers.

10 Yet was she carried away, she went into captivity:
her young children also were dashed in pieces at the head of all the streets:
and they cast lots for all her honourable men, and all her great men were bound in chains.

11 Thou also shall be drunken:
Thou shall be hid,
Thou also shall seek strength because of the enemy.

12 All Thy strong holds shall be like fig-trees with the first ripe figs:
if they be shaken, they shall even fall into the mouth of the eater.

13 Behold, Thy people are women in the middle of Thee:
the gates of Thy land shall be set wide open to Thy enemies: the fire shall devour Thy bars.

14 Draw Thee waters for the siege, fortify Thy strong holds:
go into clay, and tread the mortar, make strong the brick-kiln.

15 There shall the fire devour Thee; the sword shall cut Thee off,
it shall eat Thee up like the canker-worm:
make thyself many as the canker-worm,
make thyself many as the locusts.

16 Thou have multiplied Thy merchants above the stars of Heaven:
the canker-worm spoils, and flies away.

17 Thy crowned are as the locusts, and Thy captains as the great grasshoppers,
which settle in the hedges in the cold day, but when the sun arises they flee away,
and their place is not known where they are.

18 Thy shepherds slumber, king of Assyria:
Thy nobles shall dwell,
Thy people are scattered upon the mountains,
and no man gathers them.

19 There is no healing of Thy bruise;
Thy wound is grievous:
all that hear the fame of Thee shall clap the hands over Thee:
for upon whom has not Thy wickedness passed continually?