1 The oracle on Nineveh,—the scroll of the vision of Nahum the Elkoshite.
2 A God jealous and avenging is Yahweh, An avenger is Yahweh and a lord of wrath, An avenger is Yahweh towards his adversaries, And a retainer [of anger] is he to his foes.
3 Yahweh is slow to anger but great in vigour, He will not leave unpunished,—As for Yahweh in storm-wind and in tempest is his way, And clouds are the dust of his feet.
4 Who rebuketh the sea and hath made it dry, And all the streams hath he dried up,—Withered are Bashan and Carmel, Even the bloom of Lebanon is withered:
5 Mountains have trembled because of him, And the hills have melted,—And the earth hath lifted itself up at his presence, The world also and all who dwell therein.
6 Before his indignation who shall stand? And who shall abide the glow of his anger? His wrath hath been poured forth like fire, And the rocks have been broken down because of him.
7 Good is Yahweh, as a protection in the day of distress,—And one who acknowledgeth them who seek refuge in him.
8 But with an overflow rolling on a full end will he make of them who rise up against him,—And his foes will he pursue into darkness.
9 What can ye devise against Yahweh? A full end is he making,—Distress shall not rise up twice!
10 Though they were like thorns intertwined, And as drunkards drenched with their drink Yet have they been devoured, like stubble fully dry.
11 Out of thee hath one come forth—Plotting against Yahweh wickedness,—A counsellor of the Abandoned One.
12 Thus saith Yahweh, Though they be in full force And so in great numbers Yet even so have they been cut off and have passed away,—If I humble thee [once] I will not humble thee again.
13 Now therefore will I break his yoke from off thee,—And thy fetters will I tear off.
14 Then will Yahweh give command concerning thee, None of thy name shall be sown any more,—Out of the house of thy gods will I cut off carved image and molten image I will appoint thy grave For thou art of little esteem.
15 Lo! upon the mountains The feet of one who bringeth Good Tidings! who publisheth Prosperity! Celebrate, O Judah, thy pilgrim festivals, Fulfil thy vows,—For not again any more shall the Abandoned One pass through thee, He hath been wholly cut off.