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Nahum 2:8

Contemporary English Version 1995

Nineveh is like a pond with leaking water. Shouts of “Stop! Don't go!” can be heard everywhere. But everyone is leaving.

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The oceans you saw the prostitute sitting on are crowds of people from all races and languages.

One of the seven angels who had emptied the bowls came over and said to me, “Come on! I will show you how God will punish that shameless prostitute who sits on many oceans.

Your guards and your officials are swarms of locusts. On a chilly day they settle on a fence, but when the sun comes out, they take off to who-knows-where.

The Babylonian soldiers have lost their strength and courage. They stay in their fortresses, unable to fight, while the enemy breaks through the city gates, then sets their homes on fire.

There is no one in Babylonia to plant or harvest crops. Even foreigners who lived there have left for their homelands, afraid of the enemy armies.

I can see the battle now— you are defeated and running away, never once looking back. Terror is all around.

Now leave Babylon! Celebrate as you go. Be happy and shout for everyone to hear, “The Lord has rescued his servant Israel!

You have worn yourself out, asking for advice from those who study the stars and tell the future month after month. Go ask them how to be saved from what will happen.

Everyone will run to their homelands, just as hunted deer run, and sheep scatter when they have no shepherd.

People of Babylon, you live along the Euphrates River and are surrounded by canals. You are rich, but now the time has come for you to die.

When you hear the thunder of horses and chariots, your courage will vanish, and parents will even abandon their own children.

I am Nahum from Elkosh. And this is the message that I wrote down about Nineveh.

I cry like a swallow; I mourn like a dove. My eyes are red from looking to you, Lord. I am in terrible trouble. Please come and help me.

We growl like bears and mourn like doves. We hope for justice and victory, but they escape us.




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