Nahum 2

 
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                                    1 (2:2) Hærgeren drager imod dig, hold Vagt med Omhu, hold Udkig, omgjord din Lænd, saml al din Kraft!                                

                                    1 The one who scatters has come up against you.Man the fortress, watch the road;Strengthen your back, summon all your strength.                                
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                                    2 (2:3) Thi HERREN genrejser Jakobs og Israels Højhed; dem har jo Hærværksmænd hærget og ødt deres Ranker.                                

                                    2 For the Lord will restore the splendor of JacobLike the splendor of Israel,Even though devastators have devastated themAnd destroyed their vine branches.                                
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                                    3 (2:4) Hans Heltes Skjolde er røde, hans Stridsmænd skarlagenklædt, hans Vogne funkler af Stål, den Dag han ruster og Spydene svinges.                                

                                    3 The shields of his mighty men are colored red,The warriors are dressed in scarlet,The chariots are enveloped in flashing steelWhen he is prepared to march,And the cypress spears are brandished.                                
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                                    4 (2:5) Igennem Gaderne raser Vognene frem, hen over Torvene farer de i susende Fart; de ser ud som Fakler, farer frem og tilbage som Lyn.                                

                                    4 The chariots race madly in the streets,They rush wildly in the squares,Their appearance is like torches,They dash to and fro like lightning flashes.                                
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                                    5 (2:6) Hans Helte kaldes frem, de snubler i Farten, de styrter frem imod Muren. Skjoldtaget er rejst.                                

                                    5 He remembers his nobles;They stumble in their march,They hurry to her wall,And the mantelet is set up.                                
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                                    6 (2:7) Flodportene bliver åbnet, Kongsgården vakler.                                

                                    6 The gates of the rivers are openedAnd the palace is dissolved.                                
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                                    7 (2:8) Herskerinden føres bort i Landflygtigbed med sine Terner; de sukker som kurrende Duer, slår sig for Brystet.                                

                                    7 It is fixed:She is stripped, she is carried away,And her handmaids are moaning like the sound of doves,Beating on their breasts.                                
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                                    8 (2:9) Nineve er som en Dam, hvis Vand flyder bort. "Stands dog, stands dog!" råbes der, men ingen vender om.                                

                                    8 Though Nineveh was like a pool of water throughout her days,Now they are fleeing;“Stop, stop,”But no one turns back.                                
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                                    9 (2:10) Ran Sølv, ran Guld! Der er Liggendefæ uden Ende, alskens kostbare Ting i store Måder.                                

                                    9 Plunder the silver!Plunder the gold!For there is no limit to the treasure—Wealth from every kind of desirable object.                                
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                                    10 (2:11) Tomt og tømt og udtømt, ængstede Hjerter, rystende Knæ og Skælven i alle Lænder! Og alle Ansigter blegner.                                

                                    10 She is emptied! Yes, she is desolate and waste!Hearts are melting and knees knocking!Also anguish is in the whole bodyAnd all their faces are grown pale!                                
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                                    11 (2:12) Hvor er nu Løvernes Bo, Ungløvernes Hule, hvor Løven frak sig tilbage, hvor Ungløven ej kunde skræmmes?                                

                                    11 Where is the den of the lionsAnd the feeding place of the young lions,Where the lion, lioness and lion’s cub prowled,With nothing to disturb them?                                
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                                    12 (2:13) Den røved til Ungernes Tarv og myrded til Løvinderne, fyldte sine Hier med Bytte. sit Bo med Rov.                                

                                    12 The lion tore enough for his cubs,Killed enough for his lionesses,And filled his lairs with preyAnd his dens with torn flesh.                                
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                                    13 (2:14) Se, jeg kommer over dig, lyder det fra Hærskarers HERRE, dit Lejrsted lader jeg gå op i Røg. Dine Ungløver skal Sværdet fortære; jeg rydder din Røverfærd bort fra Jorden. Dine Sendebuds Røst skal aldrig høres mer. ﻿                                

                                    13 “Behold, I am against you,” declares the Lord of hosts. “I will burn up her chariots in smoke, a sword will devour your young lions; I will cut off your prey from the land, and no longer will the voice of your messengers be heard.”