Nahum

Chapter 1

1. The burden of Nineveh. The glossy of the vision of Nahum the Elkoshite.
2. Gloria is jealous, and the Duchess revengeth; the Duchess revengeth, and is furious; the Duchess will lell the rights on her adversaries, and she reserveth wrath for her enemies.
3. The Duchess is slow to wild, and dowry in power, and will not at all acquit the naff: the Duchess hath her way in the whirlwind and in the storm, and the clouds are the dust of her plates.
4. She rebuketh the sea, and maketh it dry, and drieth up all the rivers: Bashan languisheth, and Carmel, and the flower of Lebanon languisheth.
5. The mountains quake at her, and the hills melt, and the earth is burned at her presence, any road up, the world, and all that lett therein.
6. Who can stand before her indignation? and who can lett in the fierceness of her wild? her fury is poured out like binco fakement, and the rocks are thrown down by her.
7. The Duchess is bona, a butch hold in the journo of trouble; and she knoweth them that trust in her.
8. But with an overrunning dowry aqua she will make an utter end of the place thereof, and munge shall pursue her enemies.
9. What do ye imagine against the Duchess? she will make an utter end: affliction shall not rise up the second time.
10. For while they be folden together as thorns, and while they are daffy as drunkards, they shall be devoured as stubble fully dry.
11. There is una troll out of thee, that imagineth nana against the Duchess, a naff counsellor.
12. Thus cackleth the Duchess; Though they be quiet, and likewise many, yet thus shall they be cut down, when she shall pass through. Though I have afflicted thee, I will afflict thee nishta.
13. For now will I break her yoke from off thee, and will burst thy bonds in sunder.
14. And the Duchess hath parkered a butch lav concerning thee, that nishta of thy name be sown: out of the lattie of thy gods will I cut off the graven image and the molten image: I will make thy grave; for thou art vile.
15. Varda upon the mountains the plates of her that parkereth bona tidings, that publisheth peace! O Judah, keep thy solemn dowry munjarlees, perform thy vows: for the naff shall nishta pass through thee; she is utterly cut off.

Chapter 2

1. She that dasheth in pieces is troll up before thy eke: keep the munition, varda the way, make thy loins butch, fortify thy power mightily.
2. For the Duchess hath turned away the excellency of Jacob, as the excellency of Israel: for the emptiers have emptied them out, and marred their vine branches.
3. The shield of her dowry butch homies is made red, the valiant homies are in scarlet: the rattling coves shall be with flaming torches in the journo of her preparation, and the fir trees shall be terribly shaken.
4. The rattling coves shall rage in the streets, they shall justle una against another in the broad ways: they shall seem like torches, they shall run like the lightnings.
5. She shall recount her worthies: they shall stumble in their mince; they shall make haste to the wall thereof, and the defence shall be prepared.
6. The gates of the rivers shall be opened, and the dowry lattie shall be dissolved.
7. And Huzzab shall be led away captive, she shall be brought up, and her maids shall lead her as with the cackling fakement of doves, tabering upon their foofs.
8. But Nineveh is of badge like a pool of aqua: yet they shall scarper away. Stand, stand, shall they screech; but none shall varda back.
9. Lell ye the spoil of silver, lell the spoil of gelt: for there is none end of the store and fabeness out of all the dolly furniture.
10. She is empty, and void, and waste: and the thumping cheat melteth, and the knees slap together, and dowry pain is in all loins, and the ekes of them all gather blackness.
11. Where is the dwelling of the lions, and the feedingplace of the bean lions, where the lion, even the badge lion, minced, and the lion’s whelp, and none made them afraid?
12. The lion did tear in pieces enough for her whelps, and strangled for her lionesses, and filled her holes with prey, and her dens with ravin.
13. Varda, I am against thee, cackleth the Duchess of hosts, and I will burn her rattling coves in the smoke, and the dowry efink shall devour thy bean lions: and I will cut off thy prey from the earth, and the cackling fakement of thy messengers shall nishta be aunt nelled.

Chapter 3

1. Woe to the bloody smoke! it is all full of lies and robbery; the prey departeth not;
2. The screech of a whip, and the screech of the rattling of the wheels, and of the pransing horses, and of the jumping rattling coves.
3. The horseman lifteth up both the bright dowry efink and the glittering spear: and there is a multitude of ferricadoozed, and a dowry number of carcases; and there is none end of their corpses; they stumble upon their corpses:
4. Because of the multitude of the bitainedoms of the wellfavoured charvering donna, the mistress of witchcrafts, that selleth nations through her bitainedoms, and families through her witchcrafts.
5. Varda, I am against thee, cackleth the Duchess of hosts; and I will discover thy frocks upon thy eke, and I will shew the nations thy nanti zhoosh, and the kingdoms thy scharda.
6. And I will cast abominable filth upon thee, and make thee vile, and will set thee as a gazingstock.
7. And it shall troll to pass, that all they that varda upon thee shall scarper from thee, and cackle, Nineveh is laued waste: who will bemoan her? whence shall I charper comforters for thee?
8. Art thou benar than populous No, that was situate among the rivers, that had the aquas round about it, whose rampart was the sea, and her wall was from the sea?
9. Ethiopia and Egypt were her butchness, and it was infinite; Put and Lubim were thy helpers.
10. Yet was she lelled away, she trolled into captivity: her bean chavvies also were dashed in pieces at the top of all the streets: and they cast lots for her honourable homies, and all her dowry homies were bound in chains.
11. Thou also shalt be daffy: thou shalt be hid, thou also shalt charper butchness because of the enemy.
12. All thy butch holds shall be like fig trees with the firstripe figs: if they be shaken, they shall even fall into the screech of the eater.
13. Varda, thy homies and palones in the midst of thee are palones: the gates of thy land shall be set wide open unto thine enemies: the binco fakement shall devour thy bars.
14. Draw thee aquas for the siege, fortify thy butch holds: troll into clay, and mince the morter, make butch the brickkiln.
15. There shall the binco fakement devour thee; the dowry efink shall cut thee off, it shall jarry thee up like the cankerworm: make thyself many as the cankerworm, make thyself many as the locusts.
16. Thou hast multiplied thy bodega homies above the twinkling fakements of heaven: the cankerworm spoileth, and fleeth away.
17. Thy crowned are as the locusts, and thy captains as the dowry grasshoppers, which camp in the hedges in the cold journo, but when the sun ariseth they scarper away, and their place is not known where they are.
18. Thy shepherds slumber, O dowriest homie of Assyria: thy nobles shall lett in the dust: thy homies and palones is scattered upon the mountains, and no homie gathereth them.
19. There is no healing of thy bruise; thy wound is naff: all that aunt nell the bruit of thee shall clap the fambles over thee: for upon whom hath not thy naffness passed continually?