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Nahum 2:8

Tree of Life Version

What was erected will be exiled and carried away. Her handmaids are lamenting like the sound of doves, beating their breasts.

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Then he tells me, “The waters that you saw, where the prostitute is seated, are peoples and multitudes and nations and tongues.

Then one of the seven angels holding the seven bowls came and spoke with me, saying, “Come, I will show you the sentencing of the great prostitute, who sits on many waters.

Your princes are like locusts, your officials like a locust swarm, camping in the walls on a chilly day. The sun rises, and they are chased away, and where they are is unknown.

Babylon’s warriors ceased fighting. They stay in their strongholds. Their might is exhausted. They have become like women. Her dwellings are set ablaze, her gate-bars are broken.

Cut off the sower from Babylon and the one who wields a sickle in the time of harvest. Before the sword of the oppressor they will each turn to his people, each will flee to his own land.

Why have I seen them? They are shattered, retreating, their warriors beaten, fleeing for cover, no turning back, terror on every side!” It is a declaration of Adonai.

“Get out of Babylon, flee from Chaldea! With a shout of joy, proclaim this, send it out to the end of the earth, say: ‘Adonai has redeemed His servant Jacob!

You are weary of your consultations. So many! So let the astrologers, star-gazers, predicting by new moons, stand up and save you from what will come upon you.

It will be like a hunted gazelle, or like sheep with no one gathering. Each will return to his own people, each will flee to his own country.

From that land he went out to Assyria and built Nineveh, Rechovot-ir, Calah

You dwelling by many waters, rich in treasures, your end has come, the measure of your covetousness.

The noise— the stomping hooves of his stallions, the rumbling of his chariots, the reverberation of his wheels! Fathers will not turn back for their children because of their limp hands.

The oracle concerning Nineveh—the book of the vision of Nahum the Elkoshite.

Like a swallow or a crane, I whisper, I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary, looking upward. Adonai, I am oppressed, be my security!

All of us growl like bears or moan like doves. We hope for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far from us.




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