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Nahum

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1 Woe to the bloody city! it is all full of lies and rob­bery; the prey de­parteth not; 2 The noise of a whip, and the noise of the rat­tling of the wheels, and of the prans­ing hors­es, and of the jump­ing char­i­ots. 3 The horse­man lifteth up both the bright sword and the glit­ter­ing spear: and there is a mul­ti­tude of slain, and a great num­ber of car­cas­es; and there is none end of their corpses; they stum­ble upon their corpses: 4 Be­cause of the mul­ti­tude of the whore­doms of the well­favoured har­lot, the mis­tress of witchcrafts, that sel­l­eth na­tions through her whore­doms, and fam­i­lies through her witchcrafts. 5 Be­hold, I am against thee, saith the LORD of hosts; and I will dis­cov­er thy skirts upon thy face, and I will shew the na­tions thy naked­ness, and the king­doms thy shame. 6 And I will cast abom­inable filth upon thee, and make thee vile, and will set thee as a gaz­ing­stock. 7 And it shall come to pass, that all they that look upon thee shall flee from thee, and say, Nin­eveh is laid waste: who will be­moan her? whence shall I seek com­forters for thee? 8 Art thou bet­ter than pop­u­lous No, that was sit­u­ate among the rivers, that had the wa­ters round about it, whose ram­part was the sea, and her wall was from the sea? 9 Ethiopia 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 top of all the streets: and they cast lots for her hon­ourable men, and all her great men were bound in chains. 11 Thou also shalt be drunk­en: thou shalt be hid, thou also shalt seek strength be­cause of the en­e­my. 12 All thy strong holds shall be like fig trees with the firstripe figs: if they be shak­en, they shall even fall into the mouth of the eater. 13 Be­hold, thy peo­ple in the midst of thee are wom­en: the gates of thy land shall be set wide open unto thine en­e­mies: the fire shall de­vour thy bars. 14 Draw thee wa­ters for the siege, for­ti­fy thy strong holds: go into clay, and tread the morter, make strong the brick­kiln. 15 There shall the fire de­vour thee; the sword shall cut thee off, it shall eat thee up like the canker­worm: make thy­self many as the canker­worm, make thy­self many as the lo­custs. 16 Thou hast mul­ti­plied thy mer­chants above the stars of heav­en: the canker­worm spoi­leth, and fli­eth away. 17 Thy crowned are as the lo­custs, and thy cap­tains as the great grasshop­pers, which camp in the hedges in the cold day, but when the sun ariseth they flee away, and their place is not known where they are. 18 Thy shep­herds slum­ber, O king of As­syr­ia: thy no­bles shall dwell in the dust: thy peo­ple is scat­tered upon the moun­tains, and no man gath­ereth them. 19 There is no heal­ing of thy bruise; thy wound is grievous: all that hear the bruit of thee shall clap the hands over thee: for upon whom hath not thy wicked­ness passed con­tin­u­al­ly?