The Lord is a jealous and avenging God;
  the Lord is avenging and wrathful;
the Lord takes vengeance on his adversaries
  and keeps wrath for his enemies.
The Lord is slow to anger and great in power,
  and the Lord will by no means clear the guilty.
His way is in whirlwind and storm,
  and the clouds are the dust of his feet.
He rebukes the sea and makes it dry;
  he dries up all the rivers;
Bashan and Carmel wither;
  the bloom of Lebanon withers.
The mountains quake before him;
  the hills melt;
the earth heaves before him,
  the world and all who dwell in it.

Who can stand before his indignation?
  Who can endure the heat of his anger?
His wrath is poured out like fire,
  and the rocks are broken into pieces by him.
The Lord is good,
  a stronghold in the day of trouble;
he knows those who take refuge in him.
  But with an overflowing flood
he will make a complete end of the adversaries, [1]
  and will pursue his enemies into darkness.
What do you plot against the Lord?
  He will make a complete end;
  trouble will not rise up a second time.
For they are like entangled thorns,
  like drunkards as they drink;
  they are consumed like stubble fully dried.
From you came one
  who plotted evil against the Lord,
  a worthless counselor.

Thus says the Lord,
“Though they are at full strength and many,
  they will be cut down and pass away.
Though I have afflicted you,
  I will afflict you no more.
And now I will break his yoke from off you
  and will burst your bonds apart.”

The Lord has given commandment about you:
  “No more shall your name be perpetuated;
from the house of your gods I will cut off
  the carved image and the metal image.
I will make your grave, for you are vile.”

 [2] Behold, upon the mountains, the feet of him
  who brings good news,
  who publishes peace!
Keep your feasts, O Judah;
  fulfill your vows,
for never again shall the worthless pass through you;
  he is utterly cut off.

2:1 The scatterer has come up against you.
  Man the ramparts;
  watch the road;
dress for battle; [3]
  collect all your strength.

For the Lord is restoring the majesty of Jacob
  as the majesty of Israel,
for plunderers have plundered them
  and ruined their branches.

The shield of his mighty men is red;
  his soldiers are clothed in scarlet.
The chariots come with flashing metal
  on the day he musters them;
  the cypress spears are brandished.
The chariots race madly through the streets;
  they rush to and fro through the squares;
they gleam like torches;
  they dart like lightning.
He remembers his officers;
  they stumble as they go,
they hasten to the wall;
  the siege tower [4] is set up.
The river gates are opened;
  the palace melts away;
its mistress [5] is stripped; [6] she is carried off,
  her slave girls lamenting,
moaning like doves
  and beating their breasts.
Nineveh is like a pool
  whose waters run away. [7]
“Halt! Halt!” they cry,
  but none turns back.
Plunder the silver,
  plunder the gold!
There is no end of the treasure
  or of the wealth of all precious things.

Desolate! Desolation and ruin!
  Hearts melt and knees tremble;
anguish is in all loins;
  all faces grow pale!
Where is the lions' den,
  the feeding place of the young lions,
where the lion and lioness went,
  where his cubs were, with none to disturb?
The lion tore enough for his cubs
  and strangled prey for his lionesses;
he filled his caves with prey
  and his dens with torn flesh.

3:1 Woe to the bloody city,
  all full of lies and plunder—
  no end to the prey!
The crack of the whip, and rumble of the wheel,
  galloping horse and bounding chariot!
Horsemen charging,
  flashing sword and glittering spear,
hosts of slain,
  heaps of corpses,
dead bodies without end—
  they stumble over the bodies!
And all for the countless whorings of the prostitute,
  graceful and of deadly charms,
who betrays nations with her whorings,
  and peoples with her charms.

Behold, I am against you,
  declares the Lord of hosts,
  and will lift up your skirts over your face;
and I will make nations look at your nakedness
  and kingdoms at your shame.
I will throw filth at you
  and treat you with contempt
  and make you a spectacle.
And all who look at you will shrink from you and say,
Wasted is Nineveh; who will grieve for her?
  Where shall I seek comforters for you?

Are you better than Thebes [9]
  that sat by the Nile,
with water around her,
  her rampart a sea,
  and water her wall?
Cush was her strength;
  Egypt too, and that without limit;
  Put and the Libyans were her [10] helpers.

Yet she became an exile;
  she went into captivity;
her infants were dashed in pieces
  at the head of every street;
for her honored men lots were cast,
  and all her great men were bound in chains.
You also will be drunken;
  you will go into hiding;
you will seek a refuge from the enemy.
All your fortresses are like fig trees
  with first-ripe figs—
if shaken they fall
  into the mouth of the eater.
Behold, your troops
  are women in your midst.
The gates of your land
  are wide open to your enemies;
  fire has devoured your bars.

Draw water for the siege;
  strengthen your forts;
go into the clay;
  tread the mortar;
  take hold of the brick mold!
There will the fire devour you;
  the sword will cut you off.
  It will devour you like the locust.
Multiply yourselves like the locust;
  multiply like the grasshopper!
You increased your merchants
  more than the stars of the heavens.
  The locust spreads its wings and flies away.

Your princes are like grasshoppers,
  your scribes [11] like clouds of locusts
settling on the fences
  in a day of cold—
when the sun rises, they fly away;
  no one knows where they are.

Your shepherds are asleep,
  O king of Assyria;
  your nobles slumber.
Your people are scattered on the mountains
  with none to gather them.
There is no easing your hurt;
  your wound is grievous.
All who hear the news about you
  clap their hands over you.
For upon whom has not come
  your unceasing evil?

If anyone is to be taken captive,
  to captivity he goes;
if anyone is to be slain with the sword,
  with the sword must he be slain.