Tanach · Prophets
Nahum 3/נחום ג׳
אה֖וֹי עִ֣יר דָּמִ֑ים כֻּלָּ֗הּ כַּ֤חַשׁ פֶּ֙רֶק֙ מְלֵאָ֔ה לֹ֥א יָמִ֖ישׁ טָֽרֶף׃
1Ah, city of crime,Utterly treacherous,Full of violence,Where killing never stops!
בק֣וֹל שׁ֔וֹט וְק֖וֹל רַ֣עַשׁ אוֹפָ֑ן וְס֣וּס דֹּהֵ֔ר וּמֶרְכָּבָ֖ה מְרַקֵּדָֽה׃
2Crack of whipAnd rattle of wheel,Galloping steedAnd bounding chariot!
גפָּרָ֣שׁ מַעֲלֶ֗ה וְלַ֤הַב חֶ֙רֶב֙ וּבְרַ֣ק חֲנִ֔ית וְרֹ֥ב חָלָ֖ל וְכֹ֣בֶד פָּ֑גֶר וְאֵ֥ין קֵ֙צֶה֙ לַגְּוִיָּ֔ה (יכשלו) [וְכָשְׁל֖וּ] בִּגְוִיָּתָֽם׃
3Charging cavalry,Flashing swords,And glittering spears!Hosts of slainAnd heaps of corpses,Dead bodies without number—They stumble over bodies.
דמֵרֹב֙ זְנוּנֵ֣י זוֹנָ֔ה ט֥וֹבַת חֵ֖ן בַּעֲלַ֣ת כְּשָׁפִ֑ים הַמֹּכֶ֤רֶת גּוֹיִם֙ בִּזְנוּנֶ֔יהָ וּמִשְׁפָּח֖וֹת בִּכְשָׁפֶֽיהָ׃
4Because of the countless whoredoms of the whore,The winsome mistress of sorcery,Who ensnareda nations with her whoredomsAnd peoples with her sorcery,
ההִנְנִ֣י אֵלַ֗יִךְ נְאֻם֙ יְהֹוָ֣ה צְבָא֔וֹת וְגִלֵּיתִ֥י שׁוּלַ֖יִךְ עַל־פָּנָ֑יִךְ וְהַרְאֵיתִ֤י גוֹיִם֙ מַעְרֵ֔ךְ וּמַמְלָכ֖וֹת קְלוֹנֵֽךְ׃
5I am going to deal with you—declares GOD of Hosts.I will lift up your skirts over your faceAnd display your nakedness to the nationsAnd your shame to kingdoms.
ווְהִשְׁלַכְתִּ֥י עָלַ֛יִךְ שִׁקֻּצִ֖ים וְנִבַּלְתִּ֑יךְ וְשַׂמְתִּ֖יךְ כְּרֹֽאִי׃
6I will throw loathsome things over youAnd disfigure youAnd make a spectacle of you.
זוְהָיָ֤ה כׇל־רֹאַ֙יִךְ֙ יִדּ֣וֹד מִמֵּ֔ךְ וְאָמַר֙ שׇׁדְּדָ֣ה נִֽינְוֵ֔ה מִ֖י יָנ֣וּד לָ֑הּ מֵאַ֛יִן אֲבַקֵּ֥שׁ מְנַחֲמִ֖ים לָֽךְ׃
7All who see you will recoil from youAnd will say,“Nineveh has been ravaged!”Who will console her?Where shall I look forAnyone to comfort you?
חהֲתֵֽיטְבִי֙ מִנֹּ֣א אָמ֔וֹן הַיֹּֽשְׁבָה֙ בַּיְאֹרִ֔ים מַ֖יִם סָבִ֣יב לָ֑הּ אֲשֶׁר־חֵ֣יל יָ֔ם מִיָּ֖ם חוֹמָתָֽהּ׃
8Were you any better than No-amon,b Which sat by the Nile,Surrounded by water—Its rampart a river,c Its wall consisting of sea?
טכּ֥וּשׁ עׇצְמָ֛ה וּמִצְרַ֖יִם וְאֵ֣ין קֵ֑צֶה פּ֣וּט וְלוּבִ֔ים הָי֖וּ בְּעֶזְרָתֵֽךְ׃
9Populous CushAnd teeming Egypt,Put and the Libyans—They were herd helpers.
יגַּם־הִ֗יא לַגֹּלָה֙ הָלְכָ֣ה בַשֶּׁ֔בִי גַּ֧ם עֹלָלֶ֛יהָ יְרֻטְּשׁ֖וּ בְּרֹ֣אשׁ כׇּל־חוּצ֑וֹת וְעַל־נִכְבַּדֶּ֙יהָ֙ יַדּ֣וּ גוֹרָ֔ל וְכׇל־גְּדוֹלֶ֖יהָ רֻתְּק֥וּ בַזִּקִּֽים׃
10Yet even she was exiled,She went into captivity.Her babes, too, were dashed in piecesAt every street corner.Lots were cast for her nobles,And all her dignitaries were bound in chains.
יאגַּם־אַ֣תְּ תִּשְׁכְּרִ֔י תְּהִ֖י נַעֲלָמָ֑ה גַּם־אַ֛תְּ תְּבַקְשִׁ֥י מָע֖וֹז מֵאוֹיֵֽב׃
11You too shall be drunkAnd utterly overcome;e You too shall seekA refuge from the enemy.
יבכׇּ֨ל־מִבְצָרַ֔יִךְ תְּאֵנִ֖ים עִם־בִּכּוּרִ֑ים אִם־יִנּ֕וֹעוּ וְנָפְל֖וּ עַל־פִּ֥י אוֹכֵֽל׃
12All your forts are fig treesWithf ripe fruit;If shaken they will fallInto the mouths of devourers.
יגהִנֵּ֨ה עַמֵּ֤ךְ נָשִׁים֙ בְּקִרְבֵּ֔ךְ לְאֹ֣יְבַ֔יִךְ פָּת֥וֹחַ נִפְתְּח֖וּ שַׁעֲרֵ֣י אַרְצֵ֑ךְ אָכְלָ֥ה אֵ֖שׁ בְּרִיחָֽיִךְ׃
13Truly, the troops within you are women;The gates of your land have opened themselvesTo your enemies;Fire has consumed your gate bars.
ידמֵ֤י מָצוֹר֙ שַֽׁאֲבִי־לָ֔ךְ חַזְּקִ֖י מִבְצָרָ֑יִךְ בֹּ֧אִי בַטִּ֛יט וְרִמְסִ֥י בַחֹ֖מֶר הַחֲזִ֥יקִי מַלְבֵּֽן׃
14Draw water for the siege,Strengthen your forts;Tread the clay,Trample the mud,Grasp the brick mold!
טושָׁ֚ם תֹּאכְלֵ֣ךְ אֵ֔שׁ תַּכְרִיתֵ֣ךְ חֶ֔רֶב תֹּאכְלֵ֖ךְ כַּיָּ֑לֶק הִתְכַּבֵּ֣ד כַּיֶּ֔לֶק הִֽתְכַּבְּדִ֖י כָּאַרְבֶּֽה׃
15There fire will devour you,The sword will put an end to you;It will devour you like the grub.Multiply like grubs,Multiply like locusts!g
טזהִרְבֵּית֙ רֹכְלַ֔יִךְ מִכּוֹכְבֵ֖י הַשָּׁמָ֑יִם יֶ֥לֶק פָּשַׁ֖ט וַיָּעֹֽף׃
16You had more tradersThan the sky has stars—The grubs cast their skins and fly away.
יזמִנְּזָרַ֙יִךְ֙ כָּֽאַרְבֶּ֔ה וְטַפְסְרַ֖יִךְ כְּג֣וֹב גֹּבָ֑י הַחוֹנִ֤ים בַּגְּדֵרוֹת֙ בְּי֣וֹם קָרָ֔ה שֶׁ֤מֶשׁ זָֽרְחָה֙ וְנוֹדַ֔ד וְלֹא־נוֹדַ֥ע מְקוֹמ֖וֹ אַיָּֽם׃
17Your guards were like locusts,Your marshals like piles of hoppersThat settle on the stone fencesOn a chilly day;When the sun comes out, they fly away,And where they are nobody knows.
יחנָמ֤וּ רֹעֶ֙יךָ֙ מֶ֣לֶךְ אַשּׁ֔וּר יִשְׁכְּנ֖וּ אַדִּירֶ֑יךָ נָפֹ֧שׁוּ עַמְּךָ֛ עַל־הֶהָרִ֖ים וְאֵ֥ין מְקַבֵּֽץ׃
18Your shepherds are slumbering,O king of Assyria;Your sheepmasters are lying inert;h Your people are scatteredi over the hills,And there is none to gather them.
יטאֵין־כֵּהָ֣ה לְשִׁבְרֶ֔ךָ נַחְלָ֖ה מַכָּתֶ֑ךָ כֹּ֣ל׀ שֹׁמְעֵ֣י שִׁמְעֲךָ֗ תָּ֤קְעוּ כַף֙ עָלֶ֔יךָ כִּ֗י עַל־מִ֛י לֹא־עָבְרָ֥ה רָעָתְךָ֖ תָּמִֽיד׃
19There is no healingj, a variant of gehah; see Prov. 17.22. for your injury;Your wound is grievous.All who hear the news about youClap their hands over you.For who has not sufferedFrom your constant malice?