Then all who see you will recoil from you and say, ‘Nineveh is devastated; who will grieve for her?’ Where can I find comforters for you?”
These pairs have befallen you: devastation and destruction, famine and sword. Who will grieve for you? Who can comfort y
Who will have pity on you, O Jerusalem? Who will mourn for you? Who will turn aside to ask about your welfare?
In fear of her torment, they will stand at a distance and cry out: “Woe, woe to the great city, the mighty city of Babyl
What can I say for you? To what can I compare you, O Daughter of Jerusalem? To what can I liken you, that I may console
“We tried to heal Babylon, but she could not be healed. Abandon her! Let each of us go to his own land, for her judgment
At their cries, all the people of Israel who were around them fled, saying, “The earth may swallow us too!”
“Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold!” There is no end to the treasure, an abundance of every precious thing.
This is the burden against Nineveh, the book of the vision of Nahum the Elkoshite:
saying: “Woe, woe to the great city, clothed in fine linen and purple and scarlet, adorned with gold and precious stones
How Sheshach has been captured! The praise of all the earth has been seized. What a horror Babylon has become among the