Nahum 3

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1 Woe to the bloody city! It is all full of lies and robbery; not the prey.
2 The noise of a whip, and the noise of the rattling of wheels, prancing horses, and the roar of the jumping chariots.
3 Horseman mounting, and the flashing sword and the glittering spear; killed a lot of piles of corpses, and no end of corpses; they stumble upon their corpses.
4 It is - in many fornication sluts pleasing appearance, the mistress of witchcrafts, that sells nations with their whoredoms, and their Enchantment - tribes.
5 Here, I - you! says the LORD of hosts. And lift your face on the edge of your clothes and show the nations thy nakedness, and the kingdoms your shame.
6 And I will cast abominable filth upon thee, I will make thee vile, and will set thee as a disgrace.
7 And it will be that everyone seeing you will flee from you and say, 'Nineveh is laid waste! Who will bemoan her? whence shall I seek comforters for you? '

8 Are you better than populous No, that was situate among the rivers, surrounded by water, whose rampart was the sea, and the sea wall served him?
9 Ethiopia and Egypt with countless others were her strength; Put and the Libyans were you.
10 But he moved, went into captivity; her young children were dashed in pieces at the top of all the streets: and they cast lots for her honorable men, and all her great men were bound in chains.
eleven So you - drunken hide; and thou shalt seek protection from the enemy.
12 All your fortresses are like fig trees with ripe figs: if they be shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater.
13 Behold, thy people are women your enemies wide open the gates of thy land, the fire shall devour thy bars.
14 Draw water for the siege; fortify thy Go into the mud, trample clay, correct the brick kiln.
15 It will devour you fire, you shall cut down the sword will eat you up like the cankerworm: make thyself many as the cankerworm, make thyself many as the locusts.
16 Merchants you have become more than the stars in the sky; but this will dissipate and the locusts fly.
17 Thy crowned - like locusts, and your officials - as the great grasshoppers, which during the cold nest in the crevices [wall], and when the sun rises they flee away, and place is not known where they were.
18 Thy shepherds slumber, king of Assyria; thy nobles are at rest; Your people are scattered upon the mountains, and there is no one to gather them.
19 There is no healing of thy painful your ulcer. All that hear the bruit of thee shall clap the hands over thee: for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?

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