The fearful and victorious armies of God against Nineveh.
Nahum 2:1 The scaterer shall come vp agaynst the, & laye sege to the castell. Loke thou well to the stretes, make thy loynes stronge, arme thy self with all thy myght: Nahum 2:2 for the Lorde shal restore agayne the glorye of Iacob, lyke as the glory of Israell. The destroyers haue broken them downe, & marred the wyne braunches. Nahum 2:3 The shylde of hys gyauntes glystereth, hys men of warre are clothed in purple. Hys charettes are as fyre, when he maketh hym forward, his archers are well decke & trimmed. Nahum 2:4 The charettes rolle vpon the stretes, & welter in the hye wayes. They are to loke vpon lyke cressettes of fyre, & go swyftly, as the lyghtenynge. Nahum 2:5 When he doth but warne his giauntes, they fal in their araye, & hastely they clymme vp the walles: yee the engins of the warre are prepared all ready. Nahum 2:6 The water portes shalbe opened, and the kynges palace shal fall. Nahum 2:7 The quene her selfe shalbe led awaye captyue, and her gentil wemen shall mourne as the doues and grone wyth in their hertes. Nahum 2:8 Niniue is lyke a pole full of water, but then shall they be fayne to fle. Stand, stande (shal they crye) and there shall not one turne backe. Nahum 2:9 Awaye with the syluer, awaye wyth the golde: for here is no ende of treasure. There shalbe a multytude of all maner costlye ornamentes. Nahum 2:10 Thus muste she be spoyled, emptied and clene striped out: that their hertes maye be melted awaye, their knees tremble, all their loynes be weake, and their faces blacke as a pot. Nahum 2:11 Where is now the dwellyng of the lyons, & the pasture of þe lyons whelpes? where the lyon & the lyonesse went wt the whelpes, & no man frayed them awaye? Nahum 2:12 But the lyon spoyled ynough for hys yonge ones, & deuoured for his lionesse: he filled his dennes with his pray, & his dwellynge place with that he had rauyshed. Nahum 2:13 Beholde, I wyll vpon the, sayeth þe lord of hostes, & wyll set fyre vpon thy charettes, that they shall smoke with all, & the swerde shal deuoure the yong lyons. I wyll make an ende of thy spoylyng from out of the earth, and the voyce of thy messaungers shal no more be hearde.